“I think so. I mean, I definitely thought I could a minute ago. But, shit, maybe not. At least not right here, when she’s right out there. Maybe I could in my old room upstairs.” He looks toward the ceiling, eyebrows raised, with his head tilted toward the right.
“That’s. Really. Lame.”
He shrugs in return.
“Okay,” he says, moving to open the door.
“Wait,” I say. He pauses with the door partially open. I peek out, happy to see the hall is empty of people.
“I’ll go first,” I say. “Then you wait thirty seconds and follow me, but go in a different direction, so it doesn’t look obvious.”
“Got it,” he says. Then he walks with me down the hall, his hand on my lower back, directly defying what I’d just asked him to do. We run into Charlie as we turn to go into the great room. She looks at us, one eyebrow raised. The same look that Chance can do. Chance raises a finger to his lips in an ‘shh’ motion. Charlie pretends to zip hers shut in return, then winks at me.
My face heats up to what I’m sure is a deep red. I smack Chance in the stomach. He pinches me in the ass. I have to bite my tongue to avoid crying out.
This family is going to be the fucking death of me.