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He jerked his thumb toward the Ferrari before heading toward it. “Should I call Coop?”
Probably.
Fuck.
What I wanted was to go find Frankie, but we needed to figure this out.
“Yeah, we should probably loop him in since Bubba told her about the damn points thing.”
“Oh yeah,” Archie said as he slid in the car. “We know.”
“What?”
I twisted to look at him before I reached for the seatbelt.
“She told us. Took it way better than we deserve,” he told me before he started the engine. “Way better.”
Well, that was something.
“But I still want to hear this, and then the three of us are going to have a heart to heart with Bubba.”
We needed to do that, too.
“Because right now?” Archie told me as he backed out of the spot. “I’m done with this shit.”
“Ditto,” I said, and pulled out my phone.
I fired off a text to Frankie.
Me:I’m all right. No charges. With Arch and getting food. You ok?
Her response mademe grin for real, and I didn’t even care that it pulled at my lip. Head back against the seat, I blew out a breath as Archie told his car to call Coop.
We had to sort this out, because Archie was right. I was done with this shit, too.
Chapter Eleven
Cryin’ Won’t Help
“So what happened?” Rachel asked as we wandered through the dense and crowded shop. Coat Rack was everything Marsha promised. Between the vintage clothes, accessories, and more, there was barely room to stand, much less walk. We had to squeeze our way through, but it was like digging for treasure.
Right now, I desperately needed the distraction, even if it was for Homecoming. The fact that Rachel hadn’t even questioned the why of it and shown up when I asked helped, too.
“He told me Jake had been arrested after the fight.” Ian had looked like crap. The bruises were pretty bad. Not a little bad, but very bad. Worse had been the look in his eyes. “When I got past the initial disbelief, I asked him what happened…”
“You knew the fight happened,” Rachel observed, then paused to pull a dress out from the overstuffed rack, and I braced some of the items back so she could free it. When she held it up to herself, I stared at it skeptically. It looked like something a grandmother might wear to a funeral. “I could do things with this.”
“Burn it?” At my suggestion, she grinned.
“You never know, anyway…you knew the fight happened.”
I shrugged. “Yes, I knew they fought. Hard to miss with Bitchy McBitcherson’s video this morning.”
Pressing a hand to her chest, Rachel swooned. “Damn, it does my heart good to hear you talk smack.”
“Shut up,” I grunted, and gave her a light shove, even if I was grinning. We pressed through and came to a whole display of gold jewelry pieces, bangles, necklaces, rings, earrings…so much glitter and gold.
“Uh huh, spill, you’re killing me with the anticipation. What did the great golden one say when you asked?”
