**Chapter 7 — Spilling the Secret**
I peek out from behind the shed. Not far away some kids are playing soccer, but they’re engrossed in their game. I walk out ahead of Bo who’s carrying the change in one hand, our cookies in the other. I feel lightheaded and my body is warm all over. If Bo’s face is any indication, we’re both still blushing.
“You can go to the spot without me,” I tell Bo. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“By the poolside. I need to take a cold shower.”
“Oh yeah, that does sound really good. I’m going with you.”
We proceed past the soccer field to the hedge, which is really a tall thicket of shrubs some four meters wide with a few openings in it to get to the other side. “The smallest jungle in the world,” Bo says as we push our way through it, and I have to laugh.
We cross the lawn on the other side and descend down the stepped stone terrace, exchanging uncertain looks as we stop in front of one of the few cold-water showers by the poolside.