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I brought Emilia to the table and left her standing next to my gram as I searched for Rumi. He was standing with Nova by the pool tables and the minute our eyes met, he nodded. He must’ve recognized the look on my face, he’d seen it before.
“Give these to Emilia,” I ordered, tossing my keys to Nova.
“What?” she asked in confusion, barely catching them. “Wait, why can’t you give them to her?”
“Thanks, No!” Rumi called over his shoulder as we walked away. “I’ll call you later.”
Rumi thumped me on the back as we left the clubhouse.
“We’re gonna party like it’s 1999,” he sang.
“You brought the truck?”
“Why?” He grinned. “Don’t feel like riding bitch on the back of my bike?”
“Never gonna fuckin’ happen.”
Rumi rolled his eyes. “I brought Nova,” he said, pulling his keys out of his pocket. “And you know she won’t ride on the bike, so yeah. I brought the truck.”
“Hey, where you guys goin’?” Otto called out as he strode forward to meet us. “I just got here!”
“Gonna go tear some shit up,” Rumi replied jovially.
“Everythin’ good?” Otto looked at me closely.
“Just goin’ to blow off some steam,” I muttered. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Depends on the favor.”
“Can you hang at my place tonight until I get home?”
“You fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”
“I’ll explain it all later,” I promised, glancing behind me. I had a feeling that at any moment Emilia was going to follow us outside and I really didn’t want to get into it with her again. “Just keep an eye on things.”
“Babysit your ex, you mean,” Otto grumbled.
“Just do it, yeah?”
“Not like I have a choice,” he replied, throwing his arms in the air.
“You really don’t,” Rumi mused, punching him lightly in the stomach.
“Thanks, turbo,” I said to Otto as he walked backward toward the clubhouse.
“Jesus, are you ever gonna stop callin’ me that?” he spat, not waiting on an answer as he spun around.
“You told us to call you Turbo,” Rumi reminded him.
“I was five,” Otto yelled over his shoulder, flipping us off.
“You think that’s a good idea?” Rumi asked me as we got into his truck. “Sendin’ Otto to hang with Em?”
“Better than no one,” I murmured, swiping my hair back from my face. “I’m guessin’ that fuckwad is on his way back to Arizona by now, but I’d rather someone was with them at the house in case he’s feelin’ squirrely.”
“Coulda asked Dad.”
“Dad woulda just brought them to his house,” I said with a sigh as I tried to keep my knee from bouncing. “And I’m guessin’ Emilia’s gonna need some downtime after that shit show we just witnessed.”
