Page 50 of Midnights
“Wait, who are you texting?” I ask, though I have a feeling I already know.
She looks at me with a look that's too smug to be anything but trouble. With a shrug, she tries to play it cool. “He asked what we were up to, so I told him we’re hunting for your phone.” She pauses, biting her lip to suppress a laugh. “To which he replied, ‘I bet a raven took it.’”
I groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Her phone starts ringing and I glance over her shoulder. Sure enough,Cam the Manflashes across the screen. Along with a candid photo Rachel clearly snapped of him at the pub. Judging by the confused look on his face, he wasn’t exactly ready for his close-up.
Yup, sounds about right.Rachel has a habit of taking the most unflattering yet hilarious photos of people for their contact pictures.
She answers with a dramatic eye roll. “Hey, loser.”
A pause. Then she laughs. “Yeah?” Another pause. “No, we looked and can’t find it… of course I'm sure.”
She listens for a second, and then her brows pull together. “Wait… what do you meanyouhave it? Why do you have it?”
Her eyes narrow as Cam says something on the other end. Then, she pulls the phone away from her ear with an exaggerated huff. “Rude! He hung up on me!”
Right on cue, there’s a knock at the door.
She walks over, yanking the door open andCam the Manhimself is standing there, holding my phone with a smug grin plastered across his face.
“Hey! Where did you find that? Wait, why are youhere?” I ask, caught between relief and complete confusion.
Rachel jumps in before Cam can answer.Oh boy.
“Itold them to come get us so we could sightsee in style.” She announces, doing a little celebratory dance.
I whip my head toward her. “Rachel!”
“What?”
I shoot her a look. “Can we talk for a second?”
She just grins, already grabbing my wrist and steering me toward the bedroom. “We’ll be out in a minute!” She calls over her shoulder.
The second the door clicks shut behind us, I turn on her. “You told them to come get us?”
Rachel flops onto the bed like this is the best idea she’s ever had. “Listen, it’ll be fun, I promise. If you hate it, we can bail. But they’ve got a car, and we don't. And I’m still feeling alittlehungover, and—”
I hold up a hand. “I get it, it’s fine. I’m sure it’ll be fun.”
Idothink it’ll be fun. But that’s not what I'm afraid of.
“Stevie Nicks?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel doesn’t even hesitate. “Always.”
That's our safe word. It's from our first trip together when I needed rescuing from a guy who wasn’t getting the hint. It took her way too long to catch on, but once she did, she swooped in, dramatic as ever. The guy ended up getting kicked out, ego bruised, but otherwise harmless. So now we use it whenever we want out of something.
We walk back out and I immediately notice Cam isn’t in the house anymore. Grabbing our things, we step outside to find a blacked-out Range Rover parked in the driveway.
Cam leans casually against it, spinning my phone between his fingers like a prize. The cocky grin he wears is nothing short of infuriating.
“It was under the coffee table on your porch,” he announces before I can even ask. “Maybe next time, try looking.”
“Wait. What? I swear I checked there.”
Cam just shrugs, giving me a knowing look.Weird. But whatever.I have it now, and that’s all that matters.
