Page 100 of Fallen Flame

“Yes, it was.”

“There was a card about a naked grandpa.”

Drew’s eyes widened. “I thought someone wrote that in.”

Clove dropped her head against the back of the couch and laughed.

Star covered her mouth, but the sound still escaped through her fingers.

I stared at Drew for a second before pointing at the empty chair beside me. “You’re sitting next to me. I feel like you’re going to need supervision.”

“She always needs supervision,” Demi said.

Drew shot her a look. “You’re the one who tried to dry a wet sock in the microwave when we were ten.”

“It was taking too long,” Demi complained.

“It caught on fire.”

“It got dry,” Demi shrugged.

“That does not mean it worked,” I pointed out. I looked toward Adley. “I like them.”

“Mason warned us they were trouble,” Adley said.

Demi shrugged. “Mason thinks anyone who talks back to him is trouble.”

“Then he must think this whole building is a prison yard,” Ever muttered.

A motorcycle engine revved from the garage, loud enough to rattle the glasses in the cabinet.

Every head turned toward the open doorway.

“Whoever that is better be fixing something,” Alice yelled.

A second engine answered her.

“That sounded sarcastic,” I said.

“It was Arlo,” Penny replied confidently.

“How can you tell?”

“Because Oliver would never be that obnoxious.”

I didn’t need Penny to tell me where Oliver was.

I already knew.

Oliver had been in the garage working on one of the bikes with Pipe and Arlo. I’d caught a glimpse of him through the open doorway when I came in. He’d been bent over the side of a motorcycle, a wrench in one hand and a dark T-shirt stretched across his shoulders. There had been a streak of grease along his forearm and a look of complete concentration on his face.

I’d only looked for a second.

Maybe two.

Long enough for him to glance up and catch me.

He hadn’t smiled. Not fully.