Prime looked at Push.“Didn’t find anything.”
Push nodded once, but tension still sat heavy in his shoulders.
I stepped closer to him and lowered my voice slightly.“I’m okay.”
His eyes landed on mine and stayed there.“I know,” he said quietly.“I’d like to keep it that way.”
There it was again.That stupid little flutter low in my stomach that absolutely needed to stop happening.
I cleared my throat and started toward the clubhouse.“Well, congratulations.You all survived the great squirrel investigation of the century.”
Piney gasped behind me.“Don’t disrespect the process.”
Vin shoved him lightly.
Prime laughed.
Push fell into step beside me while we headed back toward the clubhouse.The lights glowed warm against the dark island night ahead of us while voices drifted from the porch again like nothing had happened.
And maybe nothing had.
Maybe I really had just freaked myself out after too many hours staring at murder footage.
Still… As we walked back toward the clubhouse with Push close beside me, I couldn’t completely shake the feeling that someone really had been watching from those woods.
But maybe overreacting was better than not reacting at all.
Chapter Eleven
Push
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Push stared down at me like if he frowned hard enough, I would suddenly become reasonable.
Bad news for him.I had not been reasonable since the moment my sister went missing, and I wasn’t planning on starting now.
We stood in the middle of the clubhouse common room facing off like this was some kind of extremely weird Western showdown, except instead of guns, I had my hands planted on my hips and Push had his arms crossed over his chest.
His version was probably more intimidating.Mine had more attitude.
“We are not going traipsing around the island,” he said.
“It’s not traipsing,” I countered.“It’s called investigating.”
“You can investigate from the laptop.”
“I have investigated from the laptop until my eyes almost melted out of my head.I need to see it in person.”
Push’s jaw flexed.That was becoming one of his things.
Jaw flex meant annoyed.Long stare meant worried.Short answers meant both.
