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She nods. “He kept us in some sort of basement. It’s hidden in some part of the compound. You won’t have time to look for it, but I know I’ll find it once we’re there.”
“You’re killing me here, Rose,” Sam grits through clenched teeth. “This is too dangerous.”
“One of them is called Juliette,” she continues. “She’s nine years old, Sam.” She turns around to dig her gaze into his. “Nine. And she’s been through the same stuff I have.”
He runs a hand across his face. “Alright,” he finally says. “Lik will come too, then. I can’t have you without supervision there.”
She softly smiles, appreciating his understanding. “When do you want to see Jake?”
“Today,” he growls.
She gets up and stretches. “Road trip it is. Conor is still away. I’m calling Rach so she can come with us.”
“I want both of you to catch up on today’s classes as soon as we come back.”
“Sure thing, Daddy,” I chuckle before dropping a gentle kiss on his lips, then Rose’s.
It all feels so perfectly natural.
17
SAM
Let Me Explain- pierre XO, ian KEL
I huff for the tenth time in a row.
We’re almost there.
Lik is sitting in the front passenger seat and the girls are in the back, but it’s the three of them who are shouting the lyrics to ‘Bad Decisions’ by RedHook. We listened to this song five times in a three-hour drive.
“Rose, did you tell Jake we’re almost there?” I try to ask over the music.
She’s too focused on screaming lyrics, one hand in Rachel’s and the other banging against my seat. They’re shouting the song in each other’s faces. Three people, and not one manages to get all the lyrics or melody right.
I cut off the music and repeat my question after the protests.
“Did you tell Jake we’re almost there?”
“I haven’t told him we’re coming.”
I try to refrain from rolling my eyes and scolding her. “Call him right now.”
“But he could say no. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, Sam. Don’t you know that yet?”
I can’t even say anything because she’s too right.
“Doesn’t that sound exactly like you, princess,” Lik chuckles. She gives him the middle finger, and he laughs harder. “No, Rach.” He slaps Rachel’s hand when she goes for the chewing gum in the center console. “This is Lik’s gum.”
“I just want one,” she complains.
“That’s one too many.”
She huffs and sits back against the back seat.
Twenty minutes later, we’re parking in front of an apartment complex.
We make our way up the outside stairs and balcony, walking alongside all the doors until we find Jake’s.
