“No, but Cole can probably hack it.Why?”
“Because I wanted to see if that other girl Everest was with came fromDenver.”
“What’s hername?”
“Megan.”
“Meganwhat?”
“I don’tknow.”
“How do you spellMegan?”
“I’m notsure.”
“Are you fucking kidding me,Ness?”
I stuck my hands on my hips. “Don’t hiss atme.”
“I’m not a fuckingcat.”
“Fine.” I huffed out a little breath. “Don’tbarkat me.Better?”
He snorted. “Do you know which college she goes to atleast?”
“She’s a freshman atUCB.”
He typed something in his phone. “So she’ll be a sophomore in thefall?”
Right . . .This wassummer.
He growl-grumbled. “You don’t know, do you? UCB has 24,000 undergrads.” I hadn’t known it was that big. “She’s not Everest’s Snapchat buddy by any chance? Would make things a hell of a loteasier. . . ”
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t do socialmedia.”
Shaking his head, he brought his phone up to his ear. “Yo, Cole. I need deets on a chick called Megan, who’s a freshman or sophomore at UCB . . . No, this isn’t for a hookup, youtool.”
Ismirked.
Lucas peeled lint off the arm of the flannel armchair. His nails were ragged, chipped and roughened by stone and earth. Mine had been the same after my full-moon run with the pack. I’d filed them down to the quick after, but three days later, white crescents had already grownback.
“What color hair? Skin? Eyes?” Lucas volleyed atme.
“Fair-skinned. Blonde, shoulder-length hair. I never saw her eyecolor.”
Lucas related the info. “Cole asks if she was fat? Thin? Any distinctivemarkings?”
“I saw her from afar at the music festival—she was sitting on a bench—and then again at Tracy’s—sitting again. She was pretty. Does thathelp?”
“Girls’ versions of pretty aren’t usually a dude’s version,” Lucasmuttered.
“She had a heart-shapedface.”
Lucas cocked the eyebrow that was slashed with a white scar—a remnant of the car accident that snuffed out the lives of both his parents. “What does that evenmean?”
I drew an air-heart with my two indexfingers.
“According to Ness, she’s got a massive forehead and a pointy-ass chin.” While he switched his phone to the other ear, he muttered, “And you said she waspretty.”
