It was when Eddie was clearing away the pizza box that my mobile rang.
It was Indy.
“Don’t talk, just listen,” she ordered.
Oh no. Here we go.
“Okay,” I replied.
“At around ten, Ally’s gonna come to the door. Eddie’ll answer. You be in the bedroom. Leave a note for Eddie and crawl out the bedroom window. You don’t need anything, just your purse and you. We’ve got everything else covered.”
Dear Lord. This didnotsound like a good escape plan.
In fact, it sounded like a terrible, amateur escape plan that Eddie would totally figure out.
I heard Eddie walk back in the room.
I looked at the time on the DVD player. It was just after nine.
“Do you understand?” Indy asked.
“Yep,” I answered.
“Ten o’clock, bedroom window. See you then.”
“Sure,” I said.
She disconnected. I flipped the phone shut and put it on the coffee table.
“Everything okay?” Eddie asked.
“Yeah,” I lied, trying not to hyperventilate.
“You sure?” Eddie was standing by the couch.
I looked up and gave him a bright, false smile.
“Sure I’m sure,” I lied again.
He took one look at my face, his brows drew together and I was pretty certain he was going to tell me I was full of shit again.
I needed a reason to be in the bedroom in less than an hour.
I’d always been a good girl. I’d never been grounded. I’d never had a reason to be sneaky. I wasn’t out of practice. I’d never beeninpractice.
I stood up and did the best I could.
“I’m going to bed,” I announced.
Eddie looked toward the bedroom, then back to me, and his eyes narrowed under his drawn brows.
“’Night,” I said and walked right by him into the bedroom.
I yanked my pajamas out of my bag. They had a stretchy, peach eyelet camisole and lightweight cotton drawstring pants. They were cute. I bought them for myself for Christmas last year, but hardly ever wore them. I figured they were thin enough that I could put my clothes back on over them in a flash.
I was focusing on my pajamas and practicing deep breathing when Eddie walked in.
I headed to the bathroom.