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“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. Let me see what I can do first.”
She hung up with him, dropping her phone back into her purse and reaching around to flush the toilet for good measure. She hadn’t used it, but she assumed it was the polite thing to do when she’d been hogging the stall for the better part of an hour.
Teagan shouldered her bag and left the bathroom.
She was on the third floor of the library, and she went back to her ‘hiding’ place. It wasn’t really a secret to most students, but there would be no reason to think to look for her in the back of the third-floor bookshelves, back by the corner window.
Her phone buzzed about thirty minutes later.
“I’m outside the library. Where are you?” Jaxon asked.
“Third floor, I can be down in a few minutes… what happened with-”
“I’ll see you down here. I’ll get out of the car so you can see me.”
“I know what your vehicle looks like, goober.”
He’d, of course, already ended the call.
Jaxon drove a pickup that doubled as his work truck. It was gunmetal gray and had ‘Block and Brick’ printed on the sides. His business’s name.
Everyone told him it was a stupid name. Especially here in Batton Hills, where pretty much no one knew who the Lawsons were or where they were from. But he argued that was precisely why it was a good name. A memorable name.
Brad contended that you couldn’t tell what he did by reading the side of his truck, andthatwas a mistake. What Jaxon did was flip houses. Teagan supposed he was technically a contractor, but basically, he bought houses on the cheap, fixed them up, and sold them for a profit.
But he was good at what he did, so Teagan supposed the stupid name of his business aside, Jaxon, was successful, and with that success came a steadfast inability to admit when he was wrong.
Teagan got up and made her way to the elevator, thinking she’d very much welcome the sight of Jaxon’s pickup truck and ‘Block and Brick’ at that moment. The air was brisk outside when she exited the library, so she pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders as she walked across the sidewalk towards the student parking lot.
A loud whistle made her turn, however, and she squinted and saw Jaxon waving frantically at her from where he was standing beside a pitch-black car. She recognized it as Dave’s undercover police cruiser.
Panic bloomed fresh under her skin and her mouth hung open for a long second. She closed it and hurried towards him. “You complete asshole,” she hissed, swatting at him as he went to open the other door for her.
“That’s not very nice,” he countered, smirking as she swatted him again. “What have I done, other than ride to your rescue?”
“You know full well what you’ve done. You told Dave when I told you not to.”
“I didn’t tell Daveanything. I just borrowed his car, that’s all. He was parking me in.”
“You were with him when I called?”
“HimandBrad, actually. It’s our video game night. And I told neither of them a single thing. As per your wishes, Teagan.”
She eyed him suspiciously as he put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot.
“This is illegal, what you’re doing. Driving a police cruiser.”
“Oh, stop it, Teags. When Dave’s in the drink, he lets Brad and I drive it all the time.”
“That doesn’t make it any less illegal,” she muttered. Teagan’s leg bounced as they pulled off campus, but in the opposite direction of her apartment. “Where are we going?”
“Well, since you let a psychopath cut coke in your living room, we’re going to the only fucking place open to make a few purchases and better secure your domicile,my lady.”
The Quincymart sign glowed in the distance. Her belly dropped.
“My card’s gone, though.”
