“Anyway.” I grab a plastic bag and raid the kitchen cabinets for supplies. Zip ties, hay string, and rags. I shove a thick roll of duct tape on top. “I have somewhere I need to be. Can we continue this conversation in the morning?”
“I’m coming with you.”
I hurry toward the front door. “That’s a bad idea.”
“What’s a bad idea?” Ivy says, coming in from outside.
Looks like I might have to abandon my plan. “Are you okay?”
“Not really. No.” Ivy’s attention catches on the bag in my hands. “I don’t want to talk about me. I want to know what you’re up to.”
“I can put this back and—”
“I think Summer was planning to do something crazy,” Kelsey says.
“This is my problem to deal with. I don’t want to drag either of you into it.”
“I’m in,” Ivy says. “I could use the distraction.”
“And I am not staying here and watching Rochelle try to make out with my boyfriend. If I can call him that. It’s not like he told her to lay off because he’s seeing someone.”
Damn it. That is partly my fault. If I’d warned her about Rochelle’s plan, then she would have had a chance to warn Riot and get some reassurance. Dizzy and her antics distracted me. “Fine.”
I might be able to get Ivy to open up about what’s troubling her on the drive too.
The screen door squeaks closed behind us as they follow me down the steps. Crossing the yard, I pull myself up into the Range Rover.
Kelsey climbs into the passenger seat.
Ivy hops into the back. She slams the door shut as I start the engine. “So what are we doing?”
“Going into town.” I wring the steering wheel while I imagine it’s my ex’s neck. I’m not going to strangle him though.
“What are we doing in town?” Kelsey asks.
“Are there sexy cowboys? Strippers? Please tell me there will be sexy cowboy strippers.” Dizzy pops up from the trunk.
I strangle the steering wheel and scream. The car drifts across the driveway, and I swerve as I clutch my chest. “Holy shit. You scared me.”
Kelsey, who almost jumped out of her seat when I screamed, has a death grip on her seatbelt. “Me too.”
Ivy helps Dizzy climb over the back seat from the trunk. “What were you doing back there?”
“You didn’t think you girls could leave without me, did you?” Dizzy grins from ear to ear. “I heard you saying you were going somewhere and figured I’d invite myself.”
“By climbing in the trunk?” Ivy glances over her shoulder like perhaps she expects to find that Dizzy built a fort there.
Dizzy ducks down as the FBI agent walks past and takes the path to the cabins. Did she and West not make up after all? “So what were you all planning?”
“I’m going to do something crazy.” I catch her eye in the rearview mirror as we start down the driveway.
“Even better.” Dizzy bounces on the back seat. “Anything to get away from...”
The last part is said so low I don’t catch it.
“I know that feeling.” Kelsey bites her thumb nail. “We’re keeping it on the downlow, but when your ex asks to rekindle things, you should at least tell them that you’ve moved on.”
I take a deep breath. “Hey, I’m sor—”
