Ms. Davidson’s car isn’t in the driveway. Luke and Eli park behind my car in a line so Harper’s mom can park without blocking us in.
“Newsflash, Mom’s rarely home. What’s your point?” Harper crosses her arms and glares as Luke and Eli join us.
“Give me your key. We’ll make sure no one’s in there.” I hold out my hand.
“You guys are overreacting.” She holds out the keys and drops them in my hand.
“Thank you.” I brush past her. Jack stays next to her as Eli and Luke follow me to the door.
Their home is decent-sized. Three bedrooms, three baths. We split up and check the whole house, including closets and under the beds.
“Call for some pizza delivery,” I tell Eli. He lifts his phone and taps on the screen. I turn my gaze to Luke. “I’m not leaving until her mom is here. You can leave if you want.”
His cold eyes narrow, but he shakes his head. “I’m staying.”
“Fine.” I go to the back door and hold it open for Harper and Jack.
“Seriously, you’ve checked the house. I know how to dial 9-1-1. You guys can head out and do whatever or whoever you planned to do tonight.”
I grin at her back. That sounded a little jealous. “Why would we do anyone else?”
She shrugs as she opens the refrigerator. “You looked pretty cozy at lunch.”
I close in on her back and hear her small gasp. “You weren’t in the cafeteria today.”
“I got pics from my friends.”
Just like we figured she would. I reach around her and grab a Coke.
She sighs as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Anyone else want a drink?”
Harper passes out sodas and then sits in a chair in front of the TV and turns on Netflix. She scrolls through to a series she’s halfway through and clicks Play.
It’s a zombie show I’ve been meaning to try. So I settle into the couch to watch. Halfway through the episode, the doorbell rings.
Eli goes to get the pizzas and sets them on the island.
I snatch the remote from Harper’s hand and hit Pause. “Time to eat.”
She glares but follows me to the kitchen and pulls out some plates and napkins. We all take multiple slices while Harper only takes a couple.
“We don’t eat in the living room.” She nods to the table with four chairs and the bar stools at the island. She takes the bar stool at the end, and I grab the one next to her.
She rolls her eyes at me, but I just grin. I take up too much room, so the others are forced to eat at the table. Losers.
She bumps her elbow into me three times before she looks at me. “You’re too big.”
“That’s what they all say.” I wink.
She blushes. Damn, I’ve missed her blushes.
“You guys really don’t need to stay,” she grumbles.
“Yes, we do.” I eat my pizza and drink my soda while she focuses on her own food.
When she finishes, I grab her plate and the guys’ and take them to the dishwasher. She watches me like I might do something wrong. Who knows, maybe I will, but it seems like a pretty simple thing to load a dishwasher.
I grab her hand, drag her back to the living room, and wait for her to get settled before hitting Play on the show. Honestly, I’m a little lost since this is like episode six, but who doesn’t appreciate zombie killing?
