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Gabriel swallowed his words. “Tryouts are tomorrow.” He kept his voice low, even. If he blew the lights again, Michael would flip out.
ve a short laugh. “What happened to ‘lying low’?”
Hunter shrugged. “We don’t have to tell anyone . . .”
Gabriel hadn’t been planning on telling anyone, anyway. Accidentally lighting the woods on fire was one thing. Willfully walking into a burning building Michael would definitely have a problem with that.
“I have my uncle’s old police radio,” Hunter said. “We could do this again. On purpose.”
Gabriel gave him a look. “You mean, instead of by accident?”
“I don’t believe in accidents.”
His tone caught Gabriel by surprise.
Hunter shrugged a little, keeping his eyes on the controller in his hands. “I just mean, sometimes things happen for a reason.
Think about it.”
He’d said something similar when he’d been accusing Michael of killing his father and his uncle. Gabriel wondered if Hunter still thought that wasn’t an accident, that maybe there had been more to the car crash than bad weather and poor timing. He opened his mouth to ask.
But then the zombies attacked, and their focus was back on the screen.
Gabriel pulled into his driveway well after midnight. The house was dark.
Then again, he’d destroyed the porch lights.
He hadn’t wanted to come home, but Hunter’s grandfather had come downstairs and made some bleary-eyed comments about it being a school night, and maybe it was time for friends to go.
Michael would probably be sitting in the kitchen, waiting.
He’d sent half a dozen texts asking where Gabriel had gone, whether he was all right. He hadn’t shut up until Gabriel texted back that he was at Hunter’s.
Gabriel steeled his shoulders and let himself into the house.
But the lower level was dark and silent. Chris’s window had been dark, and Gabriel didn’t see a light under Michael’s door.
Maybe his brothers had all gone to sleep.
Figured.
But then he saw the line of light under Nick’s door. His twin was still awake.
Gabriel hesitated in the hallway. He’d fought with Nick before, but this . . . this felt different. He lifted a hand to knock.
But he heard a girl giggle. Then the creak of a bedspring.
Gabriel snatched his hand away.
Holy shit. Quinn was still here.
His breathing sounded loud in the quiet hallway, so he took a step back.
Nick had never let a girl spend the night.
It wasn’t allowed, for one thing, and Nick wasn’t a rule-breaker. Michael always said if he could get them to eighteen without going to jail or getting a girl pregnant, he’d consider it a success.
For an instant, Gabriel entertained calling Nick on it. Walking in on them, creating enough ruckus to wake the house. He remembered Nick trapping him in the hallway, stealing his breath.
