Page 69 of Diesel
“Yeah,” I grunted. Tank could read me pretty well. Over the years he had become the one I was closest to. At times like this, I almost hated it, though. The fucker always knew how and when to push me into something I was ignoring or hesitating on. This time, I just wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.
“Samantha and Dave moved to the city three months back,” he went on. I knew this, small town and all. “The house is up for sale.” He looked at me pointedly.
“Hm.”
“It’s like five houses down from mine,” he added like it was going to sweeten the pot.
Really, it did. Being near him and Grass would not only make me happy, but it would make Ellie feel safe. She loved both of them. Tank had become like a big brother to her. And well, Grass easily held the heart of anyone he came in contact with. That kid was cool as shit.
“Fuck it,” I said, grabbing my keys out of my pocket.
I was halfway to the front door when I turned around. Ellie. I was torn. I didn’t want to leave but I also didn’t want to let her know what I was doing. Not yet, anyway.
“I got her,” Tank said, reading my damn thoughts. He waved me off, grinning like a damn lunatic.
