He switches topics. “We have to set up the spare room for Henri.”
“Yep. You’re right. Wallpaper it. She likes poodles and princesses.”
“She does not,” he replies.
“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be funny if we did that.”
He yawns and slides down onto the mattress. “We have a half-assed plan, so let’s go to sleep.”
I snuggle under the blankets and wrap my legs with his. I’m almost asleep when I remember. “I have to get my car out of impound.”
“First thing in the morning,” Eight murmurs. His voice is full of sleep.
“It’s already first thing in the morning.”
“Then first thing in the afternoon.”
“We probably should go?—”
I’m interrupted by a snore.
Chapter Forty
Oscar
I jerk awake, forgetting where I am and almost roll off the couch. Max is standing over me with an angry look on his face.
“What the hell is that?” he says as he points at my tattoo.
Damn, the jacket slid up my forearm while I was sleeping. I pull it down as I sit up. “Nothin’,” I mutter.
“That’s crap,” Max says as he grabs my arm in his strong grip and yanks up the sleeve. “Is that ink! What did you do to yourself?”
“Keep your voice down,” I hiss and wince at the same time.
“Why? So I don’t wake the BIH?” he sneers. “What’s she doing here anyway?”
Max is in one of his moods. He gets them mostly when he feels like he’s lost control. He thinks he’s the leader of our group, and I let him because it’s easier than fighting with him. Still, there’ve been times when I get tired of his crap. Unlike Henri, I can punch Max.
But I don’t. I sigh instead. “Sit down and I’ll explain.”
“Don’t,” Henri says, her voice still sleepy as she crawls over on her hands and knees. “He won’t keep his mouth shut.”
“Piss off, ass-wipe,” says Max in a warning voice.
Great. The last thing I need is for Henri and Max to start yelling at each other. “Settle down,” I hiss. “Max can be trusted.”
She crawls a little further so she’s in our circle, then sits cross-legged. She stretches and yawns. “If you say so, Yoda.”
Geez. She must be tired if that’s the best comeback she has. “Why were you crawling on the floor?”
“Too tired to stand,” she mutters.
“Lazy, you mean,” Max sneers.
“Takes one to know one, jerk face.”
Damn, she’s waking up.
