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“We are,” he manages to answer, his jaw tight and teeth locked together.
Figuring I’ll help him out with the story since he doesn’t appear to want to talk, I chime in again.
“He spent over thirty thousand. All on me. Can you believe it?”
There’s a choked sound on the other end of the line followed by a few seconds of dead silence.
Finally, his friend speaks again.
“Okay, I think I have the wrong number. I was attempting to reach Shane Carter, but it appears I dialed the number of a pussy-whipped bitch. My apologies.”
Shane’s face turns a startling red.
“What the fuck do you want, Damon?
Ah. The twin who went with us to Myth last night. I actually like him despite the crazy energy that surrounds him. He’s not the type of person I’d normally be around, but he grows on you.
“What happened with your house? Everybody shared pictures except for you.”
Shane’s teeth grind harder. I can almost hear them over the roar of the engine.
When we arrived back at his place last night, he stood looking at the house for a good ten minutes, absolute shock holding him in place. After finally accepting the damage would most likely cost tens of thousands to repair, he’d walked the entire property, making a mental list of everything that was done.
“All my lower story windows were broken. Spray paint was everywhere with that stupid fucking warning. They must have taken sledgehammers to every bit of concrete in my driveway and front walkway. My exterior doors were busted. Fuck, I can’t even list it all.”
In that, I feel sorry for him. The damage at Tanner’s was bad. But Scott took a particular disliking to Shane.
“Ouch,” Damon answers. “That hurts. Sorry to hear that. Then again, we’re all hating life right now. They got Ezra’s and my bikes, the Jeep, the house. It was a mess. Catch anything on your cameras?”
Shane relaxes in his seat, one hand holding the wheel while his other arm rests on his leg.
“Same thing as the rest of you. Four guys in black clothes and masks. Nothing identifiable.”
While they talk, I turn my attention to scenery rushing by the passenger side window.
Wind collides against my face, and I close my eyes against the bright sunlight. If not for everything that is going on, this would be an enjoyable moment.
A squeak sounds outside the car that, at first, barely catches my notice. When it happens again, my brows tug together, and I tilt my head to see if I can hear it again.
It doesn’t happen immediately, but as we drive on, it’s intermittent.
Shane ends his call with Damon then turns on the radio. I turn it down.
“Did you hear that squeak a little bit ago?”
“Yeah. It’s probably Beauty’s rear suspension weighed down by the entire store you purchased.”
Stifling my laughter, I shrug and turn the radio back up.
I realize Shane’s had a few rough days, but his silence lasts several hours, and several states, which is odd for him.
This morning he wasn’t in this bad a mood, so I’m starting to think I went too far in the clothing store. I don’t really want most of what was purchased and I’m willing to let it go.
Not that he deserves it.
Because of him, I’ve had a few rough days too. But I’m not the one who’s out thousands of dollars.
Between what I spent and the damage to his house, Shane’s been slapped pretty damn hard financially.
