“We’re here because Alice and the girls are going stir crazy.”
That got her full attention. She blinked. “They are?”
I nodded once.
“I would’ve figured they’d be used to being locked down at the clubhouse.”
A quiet laugh escaped me.
She looked over immediately. “What?”
“You don’t really know Alice...” I motioned for her to follow me toward the front sidewalk. “...or the girls.”
Lark hurried to catch up beside me. “I’m sensing there’s a story there.”
“There are a lot of stories there.”
“Should I be worried?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
I opened the gate leading toward the entrance. “No.”
She looked at me suspiciously. “I feel like that’s not a reassuring answer.”
“It isn’t supposed to be.”
She sighed dramatically. “Fantastic.”
We reached the sidewalk, and I started toward the front doors.
“Ollie.”
I stopped. Mostly because she’d somehow managed to make that nickname sound completely natural. I turned back toward her.
She stood a few feet behind me with one hand resting on her hip. “I’ve always heard...” she said carefully, “...that when Alice is mentioned, I should probably be afraid.”
I stared at her for a second. Then, before I realized it was happening, I smiled. A real one.
She noticed immediately. “There it is,” she said softly.
“What?”
“The smile.”
I shook my head. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Oh, I absolutely plan to.”
I laughed under my breath. “You’re impossible.”
“I’ve been told that before.”
I looked toward the Social Club before answering her original question. “I honestly have no idea what we’re about to walk into.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”