“You okay?”he asked quietly.
“Yeah.”
But he clearly knew better.
We started walking back toward the clubhouse.
Anchor glanced over at me.“What do you think?”
I kept my face neutral.Careful, because I didn’t actually know what I thought yet.“It’s good to confirm Erin was really here,” I said honestly.“Though it still doesn’t help figure out where she is now.”
Anchor grunted.
Prime shoved his hands into his pockets.“At least we know the boyfriend story wasn’t bullshit.”
“Yeah,” Vin agreed.“And now we know she stayed longer than just one date night.”
Push looked down at me.“You’re thinking.You get that wrinkle between your eyebrows.”
I blinked up at him.“What wrinkle?”
“The thinking wrinkle.”
Prime barked out a laugh.
“There’s no way that’s a thing,” I muttered.
Push’s hand slid around my waist briefly as we walked.“It’s a thing.”
“You think your sister went to Tennessee?”Prime asked.
I hesitated.“Um, maybe?”But I knew she didn’t.
I couldn’t figure out if Erin had told Ron that to throw him off or if he made it up.
When Erin and I were younger, we were placed in a foster home in Tennessee.It had been the worst two months of our lives, and we had both sworn we would never set foot in that state again.Ever.
Push must have felt me tense beside him because his arm tightened slightly around my waist.“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” I lied automatically.
His eyes narrowed just a little.He knew I was lying.
Anchor pulled the clubhouse door open ahead of us while Prime and Vin headed inside.
“You guys coming?”Prime asked.
“In a minute,” Push answered.
Prime looked between us once before nodding and disappearing inside.
The screen door slapped shut behind them, leaving me and Push standing alone on the porch while dusk settled over the island.
Push leaned one shoulder against the porch railing and looked down at me.“What’s going on in that head?”
I forced a shrug.“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
