“Well, no. But you can’t help either.”
“Where are we putting it all?” Teague asks me.
I stare back at him. “Can’t tell you.”
The bunker.
Obviously.
Willie Wayne owes Tavi a favor too. I just decided she’s calling it in.
“I have a storage locker in Deer Drop,” Tavi whispers.
We’re outside after midnight. Tickled Pink doesn’t have a curfew, but it does have a lot of houses without air-conditioning, and we’re definitely at risk of being overheard by some well-meaning neighbors with their windows open. One more block, and we’ll be at the church.
But Tavi’s slowing us down.
“Where’s your truck?” Teague asks me.
“Home.”
He grunts. “Fine. Borrow mine.”
“You have a truck?” Phoebe and Tavi both say.
He grunts again.
“How did I not know you have a truck?” Phoebe hisses. “What else do you have that I don’t know about?”
“Does the truck matter?”
“Maybe I wouldn’t date you if your truck’s ugly.”
“Oh myGod, Phoebe,be quiet,” Tavi says, her voice as low as it goes.
“You’re welcome for coming out in the dead-ass middle of the night to help you,” Phoebe replies.
She sounds amused.
By all of it, actually. Amused that Teague has one more secret, and amused that Tavi’s in a mood, and probably—
Shit.
Probably, that’s what happens when you’re regularly sleeping with the person you love.
How nice for her that she gets to do it without interruption while knowing that he loves her back.
“Quit being a brat,” I mutter to Phoebe. “It’s a bad night.”
Tavi cringes.
“Not that part,” I add.
“What’sthatpart?” Phoebe asks.
Teague turns around and walks away.
“You getting the truck?” I whisper-hiss.
