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“It’s impossible to build a time machine or to—”
“For now. In the future,” she shrugged, “who knows?” She turned to him. “Are you secretly trying to develop one?”
“I’m not interested in wasting time on impractical things.”
She hooked a hand on his arm. “Stop being so grumpy. I did listen to you. I didn’t bake these muffins. I bought them.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Let me handle this, okay?”
He gestured for her to go ahead, but once they were at the door, he moved forward and pressed the doorbell. He remained half a step in front of her the whole time they waited.
And when the door opened, Seth hooked a hand on her hip and nudged her back.
“Yes?” a woman asked through the small gap between the door and its frame.
“Hi, Mrs. Webb.” Clary beamed a bright smile. “We’re looking for Remo.”
Mrs. Webb’s brows drew together. “Are you friends of his?”
“No,” Clary said. “He hacked into—”
Mrs. Webb swore and turned to yell over her shoulder, “Remo Webb, you get down here now!”
Clary continued smiling as if nothing was wrong. “We’re not here to make trouble. We just wanted to talk to him.” She lifted the pink box in her hand. “I bought some muffins on the way here.” She held it out toward Mrs. Webb. “For you.”
The scowl melted off Mrs. Webb’s face. “I don’t know what to do with that boy.” She took the box from Clary. “This isn’t the first time. He’s been arrested before, and because of that, he can’t even get a proper job. If he were to be arrested again …”
“We’re here because we don’t want to involve the police.”
Mrs. Webb nodded slowly. “Come in. Come in.” She looked over her shoulder again. “Remo!”
Seth cut in front of Clary to enter the house.
Though small, the place was clean and simple. There was nothing on the black couch or coffee table. A wooden console held several photo frames and a small flat-screen TV.
When he felt there wasn’t any danger, Seth took another step forward, allowing Clary to enter.
Mrs. Webb gave Seth a head-to-toe scan.
“This is Seth. He’s my boyfriend and, as you can see, acting bodyguard,” Clary said with a laugh. “He’s worried about me going to a stranger’s house.”
“It’s good to be prudent.” Mrs. Webb’s brows rose when she opened the box. “These look amazing. Let me get some for you two.”
“No. It’s okay. We’ve already had some,” Clary said.
They hadn’t, but they did have another box in the car.
Clary pointed to the couch. “If you don’t mind, we’ll just wait on the couch.”
“Water?”
“No, thanks. We’re good.” Clary made her way over to the couch and sat.
“Re—” Mrs. Webb cut her shout off when a man in black shorts and an off-white T-shirt came trotting down the stairs. There was a smear of yellow and red across the front of his shirt, and part of the hem of one sleeve hung almost to his elbow.
“What?” the man yelled back, then cursed when he laid eyes on Seth.
