“No.” Sloane straightens and smiles awkwardly at me. “I’m going to assume Beck and Sarah let all kinds of random people stay here regularly, so that there’s zero chance we’ll ever know who Peggy’s new toy belongs to. Ooooh, computer! Does it connect to the internet? Will someone be spying on what we’re doing when we pull up a map? Is that a thing? That’s a thing, right? That people can remotely hack into your computer and watch what you’re doing on it?”
I peek under the bed despite Sloane’s squeak of protest, and I snort softly to myself.
Thatdildo I actually recognize, which is still not the weirdest thing that’s ever happened in my life.
And it’s twice the size of Sloane’s largest dildo.
And now I’m thinking about Sloane’s dildo collection.
Again.
Peggy’s gnawing on the tip of this one like she’s a dog, and she has to open her mouth wide to do it.
“I told you not to look,” Sloane says.
“Ellie used that as a weapon to try to bean me in the head when I came out here to save her ass once.”
Sloane looks at me. Then leans over and peers under the bed again. “She attacked you with a dildo?”
I settle onto the side of the bed, telling myself this is just a bench to sit on and that Sloane will want to look too. “Before Sarah, Beck had some…interesting guests. They left things behind.”
She swings back up to sitting. “Why did you have to save Ellie’s ass?”
I stare at her.
She stares back, but only for a minute before she blinks. “Never mind. Not my business.”
“There was a weekend, eight or nine years ago, that all of us got together. Beck—he’s very in touch with his inner child, and he has a lot of games. Board games, table games, arcade games. Loves games. All games. He set a record on his Frogger arcade game, and we all?—”
I cut myself off as I catch her gaze drifting to my chest.
To where my Frogger tattoo is.
I nod. “Yeah. That weekend. Good weekend. He was fucking proud of his high score. So when Ellie broke the game when she was here for the goat wedding?—”
“Patrick’s brother’s wedding. The one where—the one where I found out I was the other woman.”
“You weren’t the other woman. The blond caveman’s a dick. When Ellie and Wyatt were out here for that wedding, she broke the game. Called me to fix it so Beck wouldn’t know.”
“Does he know now?”
“No.”
“Does anyone else know?”
“Just Wyatt and Ellie.”
“How’d you fix it?”
“You want me to geek out right now about circuits and switches and code?”
She grins. “Yes.”
“No.” I open the laptop, disconnect from the internet, and launch the global map program that’s stored on my hard drive. She’s not wrong. We’re doing this without the possibility of being traced. “We’re looking for a chicken-shaped rock.”
“Can you geek out about how this program works?”
“Yes.”
