She’s okay.
She still trusts me.
I didn’t fuck up.
Again.
Yet.
“Which way’s your house?” Pop says to Cooper, like he’s actually confused, even though we all know he’s not.
Cooper eyes me.
Dude’s about as serious as Beck usually, so the look I’m getting now?—
I don’t like it.
It’s like he’s thinking, and he doesn’t like thinking. Probably especially whatever he’s thinking about.
“Hope you’re having a nice not-honeymoon,” Sloane says to him. “Sorry about the glitter at your wedding. Again.”
His face relaxes into a grin. “Best part of the day. We love glitter. TJ’s gonna regret that no-glitter edict. Because wait until she sees what I’m planning without it.”
Cooper steers Pop down Beck’s driveway and toward a waiting car.
Sloane looks at me.
She doesn’t have to say a word, but I know what she’s thinking.
He knows. He definitely knows.
He knows Thorny Rock isn’t truly Thorny Rock, and he doesn’t want anyone else finding out.
Except that’s not what she says.
“Patrick has it. Patrick stole Thorny Rock’s diary. I’d bet an entire year’s paycheck he has it. So what are we going to do now?”
I mentally crack my knuckles. “Find it first.”
“Hope we can.”
Gonna have to.
There’s no other way.
32
Sloane
The past fewdays are catching up with me, so when Sarah asks if I’d rather take a plate to the pool house, I say yes and escape into the quiet with a burger, fries, green beans, a bean salad, a potato salad, and a leafy green salad, all of which I offer to share with my cat.
Beyond the burger, she doesn’t have much use for my food.
Understandable.
Eating takes effort, and who wants to expend more effort today?
Davis isn’t far behind me.
