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“Something about them still being small.”
“But everything’s okay, right?” I asked.
“Yeah.” King nodded.
Changing the subject, I inquired, “King, how’s Bailey?”
My brother sighed. “Honestly, she’s upset with herself. Though it was just a prank, she feels really bad about everything. I tried talking to her, but she isn’t listening to me.”
“Because she needs to hear it from Scribe,” Henley whispered, gripping my hand tighter as she looked at me. “She needs you, Scribe. She unknowingly hurt her best friend. She won’t forgive herself until she sees for herself that you are okay and you forgive her.”
“I meant what I said in church, Scribe. No more pranks. While it was all fun at first, my woman is now upset and my best friend lost his shit all because of a fucking prank. It’s done. Got me.”
“Yeah, yeah. I got you.” I smirked, my mind swirling with devious repercussions. While I heard King loud and clear, there was no way in hell I was going to let this opportunity pass me by. I knew my bestie. She wouldn’t rest until I got her back.
I wasn’t lying when I said I loved my bestie.
She was the cat’s meow.
The Ginger to my Fred.
The Thelma to my Louise.
Whatever, you get what I’m trying to say.
As much as I loved my best friend, paybacks were a bitch, and this bitch had a plan.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Henley
Scribe took my hand as we walked into the Rosewood Sheriff’s station together. This was the second time I’d been in this place in the last week. And while I felt safe here, I never wanted to see this place again. My nerves and anxiety were at an all-time high. Every part of my body was screaming at me to run away. To find a safe place and hide. I really didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to speak to anyone about anything.
The only thing keeping me grounded was Scribe and the others. And while I was thankful for them, I worried that I was putting Scribe in a tense situation too soon after everything had happened.
Sitting behind the counter, watching daytime television, sat Linda Perkins. A woman I knew rather well. She was a sweet woman whom I’d literally known my whole life, and if my mom was correct, Linda diapered my ass a time or two. Being one of my mom’s best friends, Linda, was there for me and Devlyn when our mom passed away, and again when Dad died a few months later.
I loved the woman dearly.
“Hey, honey.” Ms. Linda smiled as I walked over to the counter. “You might as well take a seat. They’re gonna be in there for a minute. Your sister is on a roll.”
“Devlyn’s here?” I asked, looking at Scribe, who shrugged as a small fraction of my anxiety washed away. Knowing Devlyn was here alleviated some of my fears because I knew Dev would go all psycho on anyone who dared hurt me.
Not that the Feds were intending to do that.
“Yeah. Your sister showed up about thirty minutes ago, madder than a rattlesnake, and if she doesn’t watch that vile tongue of hers, I’m gonna wash her mouth out with soap.”
“I’d pay to see that.” Priest smirked.
“Why is she here, Linda?” King asked.
“Who the hell knows? One minute I was watching my stories and the next she marched her perky little ass into Mike’s office and started shouting. That girl has too much pent-up anger. She needs to get laid more often.”
King chuckled at that.
“Not sure that will calm her down, Linda.”
“Can’t hurt,” the older woman huffed.
