“You didn’t even let him explain.”
“He said ride.I heard ride.Answer’s no.”
Shay leaned forward.“You went to see Bob the other day.”
Anchor glowered at her.“That was different.”
“How?”Pearl asked.
“We went to the hospital.”
“And came back,” Pearl said.“Which is exactly what we would do now.”
Anchor stared at her.
Pearl stared back.
I took a slow drink of coffee because this was no longer my fight.Technically I had started it, but I knew when to shut the hell up.
Prime leaned back and crossed his arms.“What’s a ride gonna hurt?”
Anchor’s head turned toward him.
Prime lifted a shoulder.“I’m just saying.We’ve all been locked down for days.Shay’s going stir-crazy.Pearl’s pretending not to.McKayla’s eyes are gonna melt out if she watches another hour of footage.Push looks like he might punch the laptop.A ride might do everyone good.”
“Thank you,” Shay said, patting his arm.Prime looked pleased with himself until she added, “See?You do sometimes use your brain.”
He frowned.“Sometimes?”
Shay kissed his cheek.“Don’t push it.”
McKayla looked between them, then back at Anchor.“For the record, I would also like my eyes not to melt out.”
Anchor didn’t look amused.
Pearl slid her hand over his forearm.“Just a ride.We don’t have to go far.”
“No stopping.”
Pearl tilted her head.“Well…”
Anchor pointed at her.“No.”
“I didn’t even say anything.”
“You were thinking something.”
“I was thinking ice cream.”
“No.”
McKayla slowly lowered her burrito.“There’s ice cream?”
“Not helping,” I muttered.
She looked at me.“I’ve been staring at murder footage for four days.Ice cream feels medically necessary.”
Shay nodded solemnly.“Absolutely.”
