And then it snorts and turns around and walks back into the woods.
“Okay,” Lucky says. “Okay. I’ll talk to my brothers. I—yeah. Wow. Give me an hour, okay? Maybe two.” His brow furrows. “Maybe shedidget hit with the curse too.”
“The fuck?”
He shrugs at me. “She fell in love, and our family?—”
She fell in love.
He thinks she loves me back.
I fumble for my phone, get it out of my pocket, and drop it on the wood pile.
When I lift it—are youfucking kidding me?
I gape at Lucky. “It fuckingbroke.”
He stares at me a beat, and then the bastard starts laughing.
I growl.
He laughs harder, holding up a hand. “Just let me have this,” he wheezes. “Let me have this. And then—yeah. Then we’re gonna go make a bunch of shit right.”
31
FUCKIN’ RIGHT I’LL BE THE BEST DAMN HERO TO EVER HERO
Rhys
Between havingto get a new goddamn phone and the time it takes Lucky to convince Decker and Jack that they all have to leave their parentsright nowto fly across the country, then the time with us arguing over the best way to get across the country, it’s Sunday morning before we land at a private airstrip near Albany, New York, in a plane that Theo chartered for us.
I texted Margot last night, a simpleI believe in you and I’m not giving up on you, after I got my new phone, but it’s still showing as unread.
And now I’m wondering if I have her real number or her burner number.
Lucky didn’t text her.Element of surprise, my dude, was all he said.
Even Decker smirked at that.
“You’re not still pissed?” I ask him as we load into a private car, also booked courtesy of Theo.
They went to him first once they agreed to ask their friends for help because they knew he’d say yes the fastest.
Laney likes Margot. Laney and Margot have a lot in common. And Theo still wants to punch his father-in-law some days, so he appreciates falling in love with a woman who has shitty parents.
Decker heaves a sigh. “You pulled a fucking technicality on me. I respect that.”
“He was also protecting us,” Jack says.
“He’sseen things,” Lucky agrees. “He knows better than we do how badly this could go.”
“It’s not gonna go badly,” I say with a confidence I don’t feel.
What if—what if the past two weeks really were a dream?
What if she’s not in New York?
What if I never see her again? Never get to talk to her again?
