I hand him my card. “A thousand.”
His brows rise. “Planning on going on a shopping spree?”
“Really?” I say, displaying the same raised brow. “You spend that much in a weekend.”
“Not always.” He puts the card in. “What’s your PIN?”
“I can’t give you that.”
He sighs. “Then punch it in yourself.”
“I can’t reach it from here.”
He leans back in the seat. “Hurry up.”
I undo my seatbelt and reach across him out the window to punch in the code, then sit back while he finishes up the transaction. The money spits out, and he hands it to me.
“Eighteen nineteen?” he says, while driving away. “That’s the best you could come up with?”
“You looked when I put in the code?” I shove the money in my pocket.
“You’re supposed to cover the keypad with your hand when you punch it in. You didn’t know that?”
“I didn’t think my cousin would be looking,” I say, annoyed.
“It’s not just me. The security camera saw it too. Now whoever watches it will know your PIN.”
“Whatever. At least they don’t have my card.”
He makes a turn on the next street, heading away from the house.
“Where are you going?”
“To get coffee.”
“Just make some at home.”
“I don’t make coffee. And I want a latte.” He turns into Starbucks and parks. “You want anything?” He smiles. “I’ll buy. Consider it a gift for punching Kristen. I would’ve done it myself if I could.”
“Why? She didn’t do anything to you.”
“She treated Braden like shit, and then dumped him for that asshole, Jackson.”
We get out of the car and go inside.
“Speak of the devil,” he says with a laugh.
“What?”
He nods toward the line. Kristen is there with her mom. I recognize her mom from the photo Principal Edwards had in his office. She looked better in the photo than she does in person. Her face is pulled tight from a really bad facelift, and her lips are abnormally large and puffy from injections.
Trystan smiles. “This should be fun.”
“I’ll go wait in the car.”
“Rumor!” Trystan yells as I turn to leave.
He yells it so loudly that the whole place stops and stares, including Kristen and her mom. He did it on purpose. Asshole.
