Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
I growled, cursing. I’d told Max I’d come to him, but the gate opened and the SUV pulled forward.
It wasn’t Max.
What the…
It was Heather. Or Aunt Heather, but after I crawled into Max’s lap one time, I changed her name back to Heather. Felt weird the other way. She swung her car into the same place Max’s dad’s just been. My mom darted out, also wearing all black.
What is going on?
Gah. No. I knew what they were going to do. They were doing what I was doing. My mom and Heather were going to follow the dads. They were going to spy, just like me.
I was annoyed. They got there first. That meant we’d have to be extra cautious because now we were the third vehicle in this trailing line-up. I mean, they could’ve been going out for drinks or doing a girl’s night, but no. No way. My mom would’ve told me she was going out. She didn’t hide that stuff, and I mean, they had their fair share of girl’s nights when the whole group was here for the funeral. They were kinda over it now.
They were going to follow my dad and Max’s dad. I would bet money that’s what they were doing.
As soon as my mom was in the vehicle, Heather cut the lights, like the guys had done.
I was so right.
I was almost sweating from the stress. When was Max going to pull up? If he got here before they left, there’d be questions. Then no one would be following anyone.
My knees almost buckled from relief when they pulled away from the house.
I darted through the gate, and seriously, thirty seconds later, Max pulled up. Headlights off.
I got all swirly and light-headed at that. He’d listened to me.
Hurrying to the passenger side, I jumped in and hissed, “Go! Follow them.”
He looked ahead, frowning, until taillights turned on down the hill. He eased forward. “Who are we following?”
My head was spinning. And I was horny, like really horny. I wanted to jump Max and fit his gearstick between my legs.
“Everyone.”
39
MASON
“You have a plan?” Channing asked as we left my house.
“Right now, you’re driving so I don’t do something stupid, like follow him to his house and beat the shit out of him.” I glanced his way. “Did you put the tracker on them?”
Channing raised an eyebrow, looking relaxed as he drove, but I knew he wasn’t. After my confrontation with Phillip Moreaux, I’d left the school knowing I’d find whatever this shed was that he’d mentioned to those kids.
Channing hit the turn signal, pulling up to a new neighborhood, and he paused outside the first gate. He put in the code Broudou had given us, and we pulled through, going on up to his house.
Brett had fallen in step with me when we left. “I know you’re going to do something,” he’d said. “I’m in.”
“Your intel said Moreaux tends to be the driver,” Channing told me. “So I put it under his very sweet vehicle.”
“There’s like twenty vehicles at that house.”
Shortly after we stopped, Brett came out, also wearing all black.
The door opened, and Brett started to get in, but stopped.
There wasn’t enough room.
Channing hid a grin. “In the back, buddy.”
Brett fixed him with a look but grunted before closing the door and jumping into the back.
Channing whistled. “You two. Both fucking athletic freaks.”
Brett knocked on the window with his knuckles.
Channing reached back to slide it open as he pulled out of the driveway. “How is it back there? All comfy?”
Brett glowered. “Don’t tempt me to stomp you into the ground, Monroe.”
Channing laughed. He swung the wheel around, and once the gate lifted, we were out of that neighborhood. “Not my fault you’re a giant motherfucker.”
Brett shook his head.
“Also,” Channing said to me. “I saw all the vehicles, and I put trackers on all of them.” He handed over his phone with his tracking app open. “We’re going to follow the dot that moves.”
“Thanks, genius.”
Brett started laughing.
The sound was shocking, but infectious at the same time.
I hid a grin while Channing quipped, “You have a sense of humor, Broudou? Learn new shit every day, huh?”
The laughing stopped. “Be a smart idea for you not to forget the newest member of my family,” Brett countered. Then he smiled. Widely.
Channing swore under his breath.
I started laughing. That was funny.
One of the dots was on the move, and I relayed the directions to Channing. As we were leaving town, my phone started ringing. Pulling it out, I cursed. My brother. This time of night, he was calling for a reason, but I couldn’t talk. I slid my thumb over the screen, accepting the call and put him on speaker, “It’s not a good time right now. Everything okay with you?”
He was quiet for a beat. “What?”
I sighed. “You’re on speaker. Channing and Brett are here. We’re following those kids that had the party we crashed.”