“It’s bigger than us.”
“So are countries. They still get decimated by tsunamis.”
“You want to be a tsunami?”
Her gaze drops to the cup then climbs back up to me. “Yeah. I do.”
“For Tegan?” I whisper.
“And for those like her who never stood a chance.”
“So Dyers and the douches he’s buddies with finally feel the retribution they deserve.”
We both swallow, hearing the vow and knowing that we’ll abide by it.
Even though until yesterday, neither of us had said hello to one another in the street…
FOURTEEN
I DIDN’T LIKE THAT SWEATER ANYWAY
“Oh.”
My scowl turns impatient. “Are you going to let me in?”
“Um, sure.” O’Donnelly steps back a pace then shoots a wary look at the staircase. “Do you want me to check?—”
“No.”
I head for the stairs and start the short climb.
“Hey! You can’t go up there!”
“Who’ll stop me?”
The cocking of a shotgun is a welcome surprise.
Facing him, I feel a smile crease my lips. “You’re not entirely useless, then.”
“Excuse me?!”
“Max—” Victoria’s head pops over the bannister and she dangles upside down to glare at herhousemate. “Shay O’Donnelly! What the hell do you think you’re doing pulling a gun on Maxim? I thought you picked the pen!”
“He came in and barged up the stairs! Anyway, it’s registered!”
“A likely excuse.”
O’Donnelly, offloading the shotgun and stacking it against the wall between a bunch of umbrellas, props his hands on his hips. “You haven’t seen the man in twoyears?—”
“I’ve seen him three times this week.”
“He doesn’t have access to the keycode.”
“I’ll make sure Uncle Conor knows to let him in.”
“How was I supposed to know he was welcome upstairs?”
“You could have asked?”
