As I’m staring at Davis’s hair now?—
I don’t think peanut butter’s gonna solve this.
Peggy squeaks in my arms.
I loosen my grip, but she doesn’t run away.
Instead, she huddles closer like she, too, is horrified.
“That bad?” he asks me.
Do not change your plans just because he’s losing his manbun, I order myself.You know you have to leave. Especially if there are attack raccoons out here.
I swallow.
Swallow again.
And then, as Giselle continues inspecting my scalp, I say the last thing I should say. “You’re gonna need some help.”
I know what I’m implying. He knows what I’m implying.
But this is it.
This is the last time I help him.
Cross my heart.
The very. Last. Time.
21
Davis
I stare straight aheadat the closed bedroom door as Sloane approaches me with the scissors while I sit on a folding chair in the kitchen.
Karma.
It’s always karma.
And I fucking deserved this.
Can’t even be happy that I’ve figured out what was making the noise last night.
Not when the little fuckers decided to be agents of chaos.
Sloane’s expression is bleak as she takes in my appearance again in the full light inside the camper. Her cat is happily licking its own butt on the floor in front of me.
Now that we’re all safe inside, no creatures attacking any of us, with me double-checking Giselle’s inspection of Sloane to make sure she was okay—and she is, the raccoon who landed on her didn’t break any skin—the tension is back.
And not the good tension.
This is theI’ll help you one last time because you were trying to save me and my cat, but then I’m gone until you decide to be an equal player in all thingstension.
And I don’t blame her.
She’s been put through hell over this treasure. Not her fault.
Also not her fault that a psycho from her past is here making things worse.
