“All of you,” I reply.
Hunter, Kade, Hawke…everyone.
She pauses, crunching something in my ear as she eats. “I can work it out, sure.”
I spot my notebook on the coffee table, my pen still laying discarded from when I read through it the other night and had another idea to add to the list. I flush with heat, remembering Lucas was down here alone last night. Did he see it?
My lungs empty. That’s why he left without a word last night. And probably why he decided I needed more supervision.
I slam the book shut.
“Come to that house you stayed in during Rivalry Week.” I clear my throat. “8 p.m.”
“Will there be alcohol?”
I roll my eyes the tiniest bit. I should’ve known it would be expected. No party without it.
“Yesss.”
“Quinn!” she exclaims, shocked. “Yay!”
“Shut up.”
And I hang up, shaking my head at how everyone underestimates me.
But I’d love to see the look on Lucas’s face when the notifications start rolling in.
A few hours later, Hawke is growling at me. “You bought this place?”
“Music’s too loud!” I shout over Mace’s playlist blasting on my Bluetooth speaker. “I can’t hear you!”
He scowls as I lean my ass against the column between the foyer and the living room, clutching a plastic cup full of something Dylan made.
Hawke is exactly like Jax. They don’t like surprises. Luckily, I know they’ve been keeping that hideout for years, so if they want their secret safe with me, then mine better be safe with them. At least for a few days.
Dylan steps in, dragging Hunter from where they were dancing. She nudges Hawke away from me. “Take Aro up to the attic and explore.”
Kade hands him a shot, and Hawke gulps it down, those azure blue eyes unrelenting on me. They’re not suspicious really; although, I am sure he’s wondering if I have anything else up my sleeve, but they’re more aggravated than anything. As if he failed in his duty to be the all-seeing eye.
Aro takes his hand and leads him up the stairs. The lights lower, but the crowd is too thick to tell who hit theswitch. Farrow leans into a girl by the window, while his boys are probably still in the kitchen, judging from the noise of their laughter.
Codi, Mace, and a few others spread out on the couches and chairs. Codi leans back against the arm, hugging one knee, and she smiles, but it’s guarded. As always. I thought she might be different on her turf, but it seems she’s quiet everywhere.
Kade pops a cheeseball into the air and catches it with his mouth as some pissed-off kid argues with him about football or something, and Hunter hugs Dylan from behind, the three of us watching more people pile in through the front door.
It was supposed to just be Farrow, my family, and maybe Mace. If I knew I was supplying alcohol to a bunch of minors I don’t know, I would’ve chickened out. Luckily Mace has someone at the door, collecting keys.
I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing at the window where one of the cameras sits outside. I stare at it as it stares back at me.
Are you watching?
I’ll bet he is. If his notifications are on, then he’s getting one every time movement is detected. And there’s a lot of movement in here.
“My dad is going to freak,” Dylan says over the music.
“Eventually,” I add. “Here’s to you guys being just as good about keeping this secret as you did Carnival Tower.”
She winces but taps my cup when I offer it. I’m sure the guys brought her up to speed.
