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Wade looked at him.

“I am sorry.”

Bob stared at him.

“For stealing?”

“For all of it.”

“Don’t apologize to me.”

Wade looked at me.

“I am sorry, Ramona.”

This time, I believed him.

“Take care of Ellie.”

His eyes softened.

“I will.”

“And Wade?”

“Yeah?”

“If I ever hear that you stole money again, I will personally drive back to Iowa and turn your ass in.”

He nodded. “Understood.”

Bob leaned toward him. “And if you ever scare her again, she won’t have to drive anywhere.”

“Bob,” I whispered.

“What?” he growled.

“You were doing so well,” I sighed.

“I didn’t threaten him.”

Wade looked at me. “He definitely threatened me.”

“Didn’t say what I’d do.”

“That somehow makes it worse,” I muttered.

Skull laughed.

Actually laughed.

Anchor shook his head. “Get the fuck off my island, Wade.”

Wade didn’t need to be told twice.

He walked around the front of his truck, opened the driver’s door, and stopped. He looked back at me. “Ramona?”

“What?” I called.