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I frowned. “Why would he do that?”
“He said you two had a fight and you left it at the restaurant. He went out looking for you and told me to keep it charged in case you called. Are you okay?”
This wasn’t good. I should call Hale, and I would, as soon as I learned his phone number. “Elle, I need you to bring me my phone.”
“Where are you? I need an address.”
I looked around and saw a hotel in the distance. I told her to bring my phone there. When I hung up, I thanked the man who helped us. He wished us luck.
“You know, you could have just asked her to come pick us up. If Elle’s coming here to drop off the phone anyway?—”
“That would never work.”
“Why?”
“Because, Barrett. Trust me. I know things.”
“True.”
It was back to us versus Brooklyn. Thank god we had beer to stay hydrated.
“Holy crap, I’m tired,” I said, after trekking several blocks and not seeming to get any closer to the hotel where Elle was delivering my phone. She was probably already there and waiting. “It didn’t seem this far away when we called her.”
“Do your blinks have a sound?” Barrett contorted his face, winking obnoxiously.
“I need food.”
“You’re a bottomless pit.”
“I didn’t have a hotdog like some people.”
“My back hurts.” He rubbed a hand over his ass and winced. “I think something bit me.”
“I’m pretty sure my toes are bleeding.” I had literally walked from Queens to Brooklyn in four inch heels.
“Let’s sit for a while.”
“Okay.”
We sat on the curb in between parked cars, I leaned forward and waited but nothing happened. What were we waiting for? My mind started to wander.
“Do you ever think about math?”
Barrett lounged back on the sidewalk. “You mean, like, adding and subtracting and stuff?”
“Yeah. It’s so…poetic. And dependable.”
I took a moment to really let my newfound respect for arithmetic process. I was nearly moved to tears until I remembered that math doesn’t lie. That got me thinking about numbers which made me think about money, which inevitably reminded me of my dad.
“Do you think Hale will blame me?”
“For what?”
“My dad. He’s not my friend anymore.”
“My dad’s never been my friend.”
I gasped in shock. “Remington loves you, Barrett.”
