And I knew that most people were good.
Now, I’m not so sure I’ve turned my life around, and we’re about to test thatfriendtheory.
“Teague. Wake up, you grumpy asshole,” I hiss from outside the window where I know my buddy’s bedroom is.
It’s midnight.
If he’s asleep, he’s probably naked.
Phoebe too.
And I’m not leaving the side of this tree house until he’s up, even if I’m not particularly fond of being over fifty feet up in the air.
Nice of him to have stairs and a small deck on every level of the outside of this house, but I’m still not exactly in my happy place.
“What. The fuck?” he says inside, and a moment later, his grouchy bearded face appears on the other side of the screen.
“Where’s Phoebe?” I ask.
“None of your damn business.”
“Wha-hum?” Phoebe says inside.
“Go back to sleep,” Teague tells her.
“Lola might have pictures or video of Tavi ... ah, in a compromising position, which might’ve prompted both of us to babble things about—” I cut myself off with a good, solidfuck. Tavi was most definitely telling me my hands were better than all the chocolates she’d ever made and that she’d take me over a bacon cheeseburger, and I fucking went and mentioned the church and her chocolates. “You know what? Let’s just put it atLola might have shit that tabloids would apparently pay a lot of money for. We have to clear Tavi’s stuff out of the church basement, and we need a place to store it.”
“You know normal people sleep this time of night?” He’s grumbling, but he’s also moving away from the window. He gets it. More than I do, matter of fact, after how similar his childhood was to Phoebe’s and Tavi’s. “Five minutes. Downstairs.”
It takes both Teague and Phoebe three minutes to meet me at the base of Teague’s tree house, and it feels like the longest three minutes of my life.
“How much does Lola actually know?” Phoebe asks.
“Don’t know, but I heard she wants to buy the church for a reality show.”
“How much does Tavi know Lola knows?”
I wince. “I don’t know.”
“She’s not planning on trying to help us move stuff on her ankle, is she?”
“I told her we had it.”
Tavi sneaking around Tickled Pink in the dark is one thing.
Tavi sneaking around Tickled Pink in the dark on crutches is—
Hell.
We turn a corner, and it’s clearly happening.
“What are you doing?” Phoebe hisses at her sister.
Tavi swings around and glares at her. “I’m taking care of my problems.”
“We’ve got this. Go back to bed.”
“You honestly think I can sleep right now?”
