“Hmm,” I mutter, regardingher with narrowed eyes. “You sure?”
“I’m positive.”
I place another kiss on her lips before getting up and shutting the door. Jack’s already in the front seat, a look of amusement on his face.
“We’re gonna put you up in one of our studio apartments while you stay here,” I tell him as I pull onto the highway back to Crystal Falls.
“So, I’m staying with you, Micky?” he asks, turning around and looking over his shoulder.
“No, I…” she begins, but for some reason trails off.
I meet her eyes in the rearview mirror, my brows drawn as I take in her red cheeks. I look back at the road.
“Mikayla lives with me,” I say, my eyes darting back to her.
“I gotta say, I thought it was dumb when you said you were gonna move out,” Jack says.
He doesn’t look back at his sister. His eyes are fixed on the scenery outside the window.
“I’m not dumb,” Mikayla says.
I look in the rearview and see her crossing her arms, a scowl on her face.
“You’re dumb for thinking what I said was calling you dumb,” Jack says, his head turning around, his upper lip curled into a sneer.
“Hey!” I raise my arm to stop them.
“You weren’t lying,” Jack says, his mouth dropping open now in complete contrast to his previous appearance.
“Right?” Mikayla replies, swatting her brother’s shoulder.
Before I can say anything in response, because what the fuck just happened… Mikayla’s cell rings and she smiles at the screen before answering.
“Rock!”
I can’t hear the person on the other end of the line but Mikayla smiles.
“I miss you too,” she says. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
I feel weird, but I can’t exactly leave the car while she talks to her best friend.
Jack and I look at each other, and he just shrugs before saying, “Put her on speaker!”
Mikayla rolls her eyes but pulls the phone from her ear. “Wait, what? I missed that.”
“Did you unblock Cody?” Raquel asks.
“Unblock… no, why?”
My eyes naturally dart to the mirror, and I see that her brows furrow.
“Have you accepted any recent friend requests?” Raquel asks.
“No, Rock, what the fuck are you talking about?” Mikayla asks, her voice rising in what sounds like frustration.
“Justin called me today to wish me Happy Thanksgiving, blah blah blah. Then he told me that Codyapparently bought a plane ticket… to Dallas.”
Mikayla sits back, her chin dropping. “Well, I’m not in Dallas; that could just be a coincidence.”
