I suppose some kind of SUV or van for the business would be a good idea. Maybe next year.
I drive us to Camp Blackhawk and grip the wheel, following all speed limits like it’s my first time all over again. Since I got my license five years ago, I’ve only driven a couple of dozen times. When I do, I have to relearn.
The turn-off to the camp is just ahead, and I start to slow, flyaways dancing across my face with the air sweeping through the open windows.
But a figure darts into the street.
I go still, pressing the brake hard as a young girl dashes across the highway and dives into the brush. I cruise past slowly, peering to the right and watch Thomasin Dietrich—the fifteen-year-old local trouble—race into the woods.
Her white ponytail blows in the wind, her body covered neck-to-toe in black pants and a long-sleeved shirt.
The tips of her hair are red now, a change from the black they were last summer and the blue before that.
She looks back at us.
“What is she up to?” I murmur to myself.
She carries a backpack, is not dressed for summer camp, and I doubt she has any business at Blackhawk. Any that’s legal anyway. Her father hates my brothers and vice versa. She wouldn’t be hanging out anywhere near my family.
She whips back around and disappears into the forest, her house not far down the road.
I turn the wheel, my tires hitting gravel as we approach the camp. I think about calling Dylan or Hawke to come out and take stuff in, but I have somewhere else to be and no time to chat. We drop off the goodies and hightail it out of there, quickly making our way into my neighborhood.
A twinge of guilt hits me even as I purse my lips against a smile.
I don’t want my family pissed, but it feels good to set the pace for once. I’ve kept a secret for a solid twenty-four hours, and it’s a big one they’re going to care about.
Dylan can pull something like that. And definitely Aro.
But Quinn doesn’t break rules. Never Quinn.
Pulling up in front of my house, I see the garages are closed and remember my parents are gone for a week. They’d stopped in while I was busy at work to grab a hug and let me know they were taking off to a resort. It’s perfect, actually. I can get moved out in peace.
“Thank you,” I tell Hailey as she rounds the car and I hand her the keys.
“No problem!”
She hops into the driver’s seat, smiles and waves, and I take out my key, slipping inside the house.
I tap out a text to Farrow.Come when you’re ready.
I run up the stairs, his reply rolling in.Cum when I’m ready?
I roll my eyes and stick my phone in my back pocket.
One more stop before I sleep tonight. I should hit the gym, but I have a full day tomorrow with several Fourth of July orders to prep. I need rest.
After showering, I brush out my hair and pull on some jeans, tucking in a tan tank top. I grab my phone and veer to my dresser, slipping in some gold studs and a little lip gloss.
I start to leave, but I spot a car out my bedroom window that wasn’t there when I got here. Drawing back the curtain, I immediately recognize Jared’s old Mustang.
My stomach sinks.Oh, no.
He’s going to have a fit if he sees Farrow Kellypicking me up.
With my I.D., credit card, and cash in my back pocket, I jog down the stairs and instantly smell the cologne Lucas was wearing the other night. I halt.
The legs of a chair scuff across the floor in the kitchen, hot blood coursing through my veins.
