If he hasn’t figured out she did this to herself, he will soon enough.
And they’ll probably both laugh their heads off all night long about it.
Which shouldn’t be what makes my eyes hot with tears again, but it is.
I want that.
I want someone to laugh with and wreak havoc with and someone to tell all of my secrets to.
I just don’tbelievein it. No matter how much I started wishing I did after Hawaii.
“Is your car coated in dog fur?” Grey asks.
I clear my throat and blink quickly while I stare at Jitter. “Of course.”
“Good. It can get covered with food too. You’re giving me a ride home.”
That sounds like a threat.
And macchiatos help me, I am here for it.
11
Grey
Sabrina doesn’t argueabout taking me home.
But she does make me squeeze into the back seat with Jitter, who drools all over me and tries to eat dinner off of my clothes while my knees are pressed against the passenger seat in front of me on the short drive.
Although now that I’m in the car with her, I wonder if she’s actually taking me home, or if she’s planning on pulling some mountain woman driving move and tossing me out of the car and over a cliff.
“Are you always so blunt?” I ask her as we leave downtown.
Why not?
Shedidcome to my rescue again.
She doesn’t ask what I mean. “When I have to be.”
“Was that Ms. Cheerios?”
She makes eye contact with me in her rearview mirror.
Her SUV is one of the smaller models and I’m scrunched in back here.
Especially with the dog taking up two-thirds of the back seat.
I smell like an Indian buffet, and I should be looking forward to getting out of here and showering. And since the townhouse neighborhood is so close, it’ll be maybe a three-minute drive.
I get a showersoon.
Instead, I want her to tell me whatAddison’s code name was.
Was she Ms. Cheerios who ruined the pompom competition in high school? Or Mr. Arby who was the talk of the town after the car wash went wrong?
I know she switched genders and fudged details, and since I met Kayla the trampolinist in the past half hour and figured out that her parents arenotrunning an illegal craps table in the basement of a local art gallery—she said her mom runs the local grocery store and volunteers at a pet shelter—I’m realizing just how much of a puzzle Sabrina gave me.
I’mintrigued.
