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I went back to my chair.
"Okay, whatever." Jordan leaned forward. "We don't normally take on catty bitches, and that's what Sunday is, but we'll ice her out. She fucks with one of us; she fucks with all of us."
Zellman snickered.
We ignored him.
"We'll deal with her," Jordan continued. "But I think we have two other issues to deal with first." He turned to me. "You gotta tell us about this Race guy and what's the deal with Drake."
"You told me I could wait until I was ready. I'm not ready."
"The guy knows something about you. He had Alex asking about you today."
That damn lump was back in my throat. "What was he asking?"
"Just where you were. Why'd you leave? Things like that."
"Yeah." Zellman leaned forward, bobbing his head up and down. "He was real nosy about you."
I glanced to Cross, feeling his gaze. His eyes were locked on me, flaring up again. A part of me was relieved. The guarded wall had slipped. I could see him again.
"What are you going to do about Taz?"
Deflect. I would go there instead.
Zellman twisted around. "What? Taz?"
"Not yet. Hold your horses." Jordan waved a hand in the air. "Don't distract us from this." He gestured to me. "We have to know. What did Drake tell him? We have to know."
"I want to know about Cross and Taz." Zellman finished his beer, but he didn't stand up for another. "What's your stance on your sis dating members?"
Cross shot him a dark look. "Are you kidding me? You want to groom my sister to give you the right head?" He pushed up from the wall. "You know how sick that is?"
"Comic relief." Zellman shot his hands up in surrender, standing and backing away. "That's my job today. Comic relief, everyone. Cross. Comic relief."
Cross' eyes flicked to the ceiling. "Right. I'll keep that in mind." He finished his beer and headed for the side door, tossing the bottle in the trash.
Jordan straightened. "Where are you going?"
Cross stepped out. "Need to think."
He was going to watch my house. We might've started going there because of me, but it was just as much his spot now as mine.
Jordan looked at me. "Where's he going?"
I ignored that. "Taz is worried he'll move out."
Jordan and Zellman fell silent.
"She thinks he won't deal with the hassle of getting a lock for his room. He'll just move somewhere else."
"Damn," said Zellman.
"Where?" Jordan asked.
It was obvious. Jordan's family had money, unlike the rest of us. They didn't have a lot, but enough to give Jordan an entire building, and they had land. A large bonfire here didn't attract the cops' attention, and there were lots of fields and woods around for people to slip away and do whatever. Plus, they had a creek that wound through their land. It was a good swimming area. With all that space, a camper set up in the back could be missed by Jordan's parents for weeks, maybe even months, and that was if they didn't just agree to letting Cross use the extra bedroom in the shed. There was a loft set up over the office room that acted as the first bedroom. With an outside hose for a shower, this place could easily be lived in.
I snorted. "Where do you think?"
