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“I didn’t—that’s not what I—” And then Tean snapped, “Well, you started it!”
“I love you so much.”
Tean sighed. “I know.”
At that point, Jem had to kiss him on the cheek. Several times. Until Tean elbowed him away, actually.
“Seriously,” Jem said, laughing as he fell back. “How did you know I needed my ass hauled out of the fire?”
“The gunshots were a good clue.”
“Ouch.” But Jem was grinning.
“And I have a general policy that if you’re quiet for more than fifteen minutes, some sort of chaos is being unleashed.”
“Teanarchy Leon! Double ouch!”
“Last time I followed that rule, you were trying to squeeze Scipio into that hot dog sweater.”
“It’s his Halloween costume.”
“In July.”
“We had to make sure it fit.”
“And you were wearing your own hot dog suit.”
“Because we had to match.”
“And somehow,” Tean said, “you’d gotten your zipper stuck to his.”
“I was checking to see if they’d—no, I don’t have to explain myself. And I cannot believe you came to us out of a place of judgment. I thought you were our savior!”
Tean smiled in spite of himself, but it flaked away after a moment. “Jem, we can’t go back to the resort.”
Jem’s mouth flattened into a line, and he scratched his beard. “DeVoy said Heather was at the club tonight. Trying to pawn stuff. She’s desperate, and she already believes she’s a suspect. For heaven’s sake, she tried to burn Yesenia’s car.”
“That sounds like someone who’s about to run. This is what I’m talking about: we can’t go back to the resort. Heather might not be there tomorrow. And we can’t call the police—I mean, we can, but they’ve already decided Missy is guilty—”
“No, let’s go back to the resort. Emery and John-Henry were right; this is too dangerous, and I want you with the guys.”
The thrum of the tires made the silence vibrate.
“And you’re going to go see her yourself?”
“Look—”
“No, you look. I just saved your life! I’m a—a wonder-butt! I’m not going to sit in a hotel room, listening to those two bicker about—about their pit hair while you confront a potential murderer.”
Jem scratched his beard some more. “About their pit hair?”
“I don’t know,” Tean mumbled. “They’re very confusing.”
“Ok,” Jem said.
“And I’m the butch one. You said so.”
“Ok.” A hint of a smile played behind Jem’s beard. “I said ok.”
