Paw Paw chuckled and made to bend over to pick up his bag, but Daddy beat him to it.
“Come on, old man,” Daddy muttered.
“Got him trained,” Paw Paw said with a sly grin and followed Daddy out to the garage.
When the inside door was shut and the garage door rumbled as it opened, I turned to Cara. “Hungry? Makin’ a scrambled egg sandwich.” I hated taking pills and hoped food did the trick to get rid of the pulsing behind my eyes.
Something else that might make me feel better …
Daddy’s gone for a few hours if you want to come over.
Telling Cara about us too, like right now.
Cara eyed my phone when I laid it on the counter. “Sure.”
She hopped onto a barstool and entertained me with the stupid shit our cousins pulled yesterday, but as soon as my phone pinged, I snatched it and checked the message.
Princess
Be there soon.
“Who’re you talkin’ to?”
“Uh.” I locked the screen and sat it face down again.
“Not an answer.”
The sandwiches were done, so I pushed a plate with one across the island to her. “Can you keep a secret?”
Cara rolled her eyes. “Better than you.”
“I’m seeing someone.”
“Is that why Sasha showed up?”
I shrugged. Who knew why that crazy bitch did anything. My forearm ached every time I flexed my hand, reminding me when I only wanted to forget.
“Who is it? Someone from school?”
“It’s Jack.”
She froze with her sandwich close to her mouth, which was now hanging open, then narrowed her eyes. “Jack? As in Rutledge? As in Ty’s brother?”
“Yes to all three.”
Cara took a bite and chewed while she stared so hard at me she could no doubt read my blood pressure.
“As in your enemy,” she said after swallowing her foodandtaking a sip of milk.
“Not my enemy.”
Cara snorted. “You’re stupid.”
“Huh?”
She huffed and shook her head. “No one’s gonna believe that. Friendly is already a stretch, but datin’? No way.”
“It’s true, and I don’t care who believes it.”
