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I’ve had enough people-ing for the day.

Chapter 39

Margo

Caleb and I climb into Theo’s car. Liam has already claimed the front seat before we arrived, and he’s still chuckling at our daring escape. Matt waves us off, Claire and Hanna close behind him.

Something spins in my gut, but Caleb trusts him. He told me they were friends. And after I hugged Claire and Hanna goodbye, Caleb said Matt would take them home.

As much as I kind of hate it, I’m letting it happen. Claire is old enough to make her own decisions. She’s sixteen, after all. That’s the age to be boy crazyandstupid.

“You seem tense,” Caleb whispers in my ear.

I sigh. “Yeah.”

“We could always just go home…”

He smirks. I’m pretty sure my face just lit up. There’s nothing more I’d like better than to just… go to bed with him.

Caleb’s presence has a way of shielding the nightmares.

“Hey, Theo, drop us at my place.”

Theo grunts. “No partying with us, man? We just won fuckingstate!”

“Yeah, then you almost ruined it by fucking up a Lion’s Head player.” Liam shakes his head. “What the hell is it with that chick?”

Theo turns to him, glowering. “Shut up.”

I whistle. “What could one girl do to deserve all your anger?”

“That, Wolfe, would be a long story,” he says.

I wince.

Caleb shakes his head without taking his eyes from the window. “He’s had a hard-on for that girl since sophomore year, but he hates to admit it.”

Theo slams on the brakes. “You’re damn lucky we’re here, asshole,” he says. “Get out of my car.”

“Testy,” Caleb says under his breath. He grins at me, flinging open the door and helping me out. As soon as the door is closed, Theo’s tires burn rubber. We’re left standing in the road, watching him go.

“Are the Blacks going to question why I’m here?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. The jacket and hat aren’t helping against the chill anymore. It smells like snow.

“They’re out of town this weekend.”

I bite my lip and follow him inside. “I’m going to see my dad tomorrow.”

“I know.”

“Well, I felt the need to remind you.”

He flicks on lights in the living room, the hallway, the kitchen. Soon the whole downstairs is lit up. “You did, huh?”

I nod. “Just in case you were going to be upset about it.”

He strides toward me. Around me.

“Me? Upset?” He’s behind me, lingering. His fingers sift through my hair, lifting the hat off my head.

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