“No. We monitored his vitals and Needles checked him over before we dumped him at the hospital.”
“Who the hell is Needles?” I demanded, then popped another chip in my mouth.
“He’s part of our club. He’s a doctor who left to practice acupuncture after nine-eleven. He still keeps up on his medical license, and he made sure Snowcone’s wounds were tended to. After the fact. He takes the Hippocratic oath seriously, so we kept him out of the process until the end.”
“Wasn’t Snowcone one of the kids Moses took under his wing?” I asked, waving a chip toward him before eating it.
Sundance had told me about Moses’ work with at-risk youth, helping kids who aged out of foster care. I liked him the more I learned about him, but this stuff with Snowcone was troubling.
“Yeah,” Sundance said.
“So, Snowcone basically shit where he slept, then went ahead and shit in Moses’s bed, too?”
“Yeah, Dimples, that’s exactly what he did.”
I frowned. “Is Moses okay?”
“Jesus Christ, that’s what you’re worried about?”
“Is that wrong?”
“No, baby,” he said, chuckling. “Just all this worrying about everyone reminded me why I love you.”
“Did you forget?” I asked, popping another chip into my mouth.
“I wasn’t sure where we’d stand after this,” he admitted.
I rolled my eyes. “I told you I was in this. I’m glad he isn’t dead, and although I’m not happy that you cut him up, I know that Sonja showed me that picture because she’s up to something. I wouldn’t be surprised if she photoshopped it so it looked way worse than it actually was.”
Sundance bristled and I let out a squeak of frustration.
“Tell me she photoshopped it so I don’t spiral!” I demanded.
His mouth twitched as he slid his phone out of his pocket and stared at the screen.
“Who are you calling?” I snapped.
“No one, baby.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“I have my stock trading app open.”
“Why?” I demanded.
“Before I say anything more, I need to buy some stock in Frito-Lay.”
I grabbed the bag of chips and chucked them at him, potato goodness flying across my kitchen. Sundance laughed, stepping over the mess to get to me and wrapping his arms around me. “We’re done talkin’ about things that make you sad. Time to replace those thoughts with other things.”
He lifted me over the salty carnage and headed for my room.
I looped my hands around his neck as he walked. “I need to clean—”
“You need to get naked. The chips’ll still be there after you’ve come a few times.”
“That’s a waste of really good chips, honey.”
“Were you gonna eat them off the floor?”
