“Then maybe we need to help it along and take it apart from the outside in.”
That’ll take days.
Possibly weeks.
I don’t want to spend days or weeks taking apart an old cabin. I want to go check out the area south of the high school and north of the cabin.
Which will also take weeks unless that old oak tree is still there, which seems unlikely. Good news—if it’s there, it would have to be exceptionally large. It would be over two hundred years old. Probably closer to three hundred if it was already that large in the late seventeen hundreds.
So we should be able to spot it.
But aren’t pirates supposed to tell you how many paces to go when they leave clues likelook south of Chicken Rock?
And what if the treasure’s there, but it’s buried under the parking lot of the high school?
“You know that thing in TV shows where satellites can look underground to find things?” I say.
“Won’t help.”
“You’ve tried it?”
“Would’ve if I could’ve.”
“Why couldn’t you? Because it’s not real, or because you’d have to hack a system you can’t hack? Wait.Wait. I just remembered—I saw a pirate hunt documentary that used—what was it called? It was a thing that looked like a lawnmower but it could see underground with lasers—no, not lasers, it was—radar! It was radar. Can’t you buy one of those?”
“This conversation is over.”
“Are you on a ban list somewhere? Are you like, legally prohibited from buying one because of something you did in the past?”
“Over,” he repeats.
Somebody’s frustrated.
Chuck snorts again like he’s enjoying this.
I’d wonder how often he’s witnessed Davis being frustrated, and I decide never, since that makes sense, but there’s also a possibility that it’s all the time. I get the impression Davis sees his friends regularly, which means Chuck would see Davis regularly while working for Levi.
There’s also a possibility Chuck doesn’t like Davis and is amused anytime someone gets one over on him.
Relatable.
I dislike him right now too.
And I also like him more than I did when I woke up yesterday morning.
Especially after last night.
And you know what he hasn’t done?
Not once?
Hasn’t evenhintedat?
He hasn’t once implied in even the subtlest of ways that I owe him an orgasm for the orgasm he gave me last night.
And that’s not something I could say foranyof my exes.
C’mon, Sloane, you haven’t put out in days. Dudes have needs. You can’t just leave me walking around with a boner like this.
