25
Laikyn
“What’s going on?” I groaned, rolling overand covering my head with Jinx’s pillow.
“Get up,” Rule said.
“Why?”
I didn’t want to get up.
Now that the weekend was over, I had to settle in for a boring week at home while they spent all their time working. After my drunken escapade on Friday night, we spent the rest of the weekend relaxing. At least, that was the word I was using to describe it. It sounded far better than sulking, which we all knew I had definitely been doing. No one had brought up the scene I caused at the fundraiser or the things my mother had said. I hadn’t heard from Monica either, and when I realized that yesterday, I asked Rule what he said to her after Jinx took me outside, but he told me it was nothing.
I seriously doubted that. When Rule spoke, he had something to say, and he didn’t mince words. Either my mother was too traumatized to call me, or he’d told her not to. Not that I really cared. I didn’t want to talk to Monica. In fact, I wanted to shut the world out and sleep for—
“Get up. If you want to go to work with us, get your ass outta bed.”
That worked. I sat up, the pillow falling to the floor, forgotten. “I get to go to work with you?”
“Only if you’re ready in ten minutes.”
“I’ll be ready in five,” I announced, hopping to my feet and scurrying out of his bedroom.
I stomped all the way down the stairs.
“Morning, Waldo,” I called to the dog as I skipped toward the hallway leading to my room.
So five minutes really meant twenty, but Rule and Jinx were waiting for me when I returned, showered and dressed. My hair was still wet, but I hadn’t been willing to risk them leaving without me.
“Sorry,” I said as I approached.
They were standing in the kitchen drinking coffee. As soon as Rule saw me, he held up a hand and pointed toward my room. “Go back and dry your hair.”
“You won’t leave?” I glanced between them both.
Jinx shook his head, and I knew I could believe him. Rule would leave me out of spite, but Jinx wouldn’t.
Probably.
I hurried back and took the time to dry my hair and apply a little bit of makeup. Nothing fancy, but for the first time in weeks, I felt optimistic. Sitting idle had worn me down, and I was ready to get out in the world and do something.
Something exciting.
Something dangerous.
Something that might get me arrested.
Okay, not really. The first two, sure, but the last … I would prefer not to spend any time in jail. But they could use me for the simple stuff. Like a distraction for when they do the things that might landthemin jail.
This time, when I returned, Rule was holding a travel coffee mug. He passed it to me.
“I don’t drink coffee,” I said.
“Good thing it’s orange juice.”
Smiling, I took the mug and followed them out to the garage.
I was actually going to work today.
