Page 44 of Live for Me

I shook my head.

“Good. Don’t,” he said and started to close the door. I put my hand up on it to push it back.

“What?” I asked, laughing nervously. “Where is he?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t like this game,” I said quickly. “I don’t want to play. Where is he?”

“I’m not playing.”

I sighed at him very impatiently before I pulled my phone from my pocket. I’d created an app that allowed us to keep track of one another’s phones at the simple push of a button for safety reasons. I opened that bitch as quickly as I could.

But the program was completely blank when I opened Utah’s number. I refreshed it. I went back to its home screen and tried again.

Blank.

Then I glared at Indy.

“You did not shut me out of my own program,” I accused.

He scrunched his nose up before he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes at him before I went to the contacts and just called Utah.

Well,triedcalling him.

The call dropped before it ever connected.

“Indy,” I hissed.

He covered his mouth with his hand to try to keep from laughing.

“You know I can get around all of this,” I insisted. “Don’t make me be that person. We don’t need to find out who’s the better programmer.”

“Damn. Making it personal. He’s fine, Memphis. He’s almost back now, anyway. Just let it be.”

“This isn’t smart. What if heneedssomething?”

“I’ve watched him every step of the way,” Indy said. “Just like I’ve been doing for the last few yearswithout you. I promise he’s fine. It’s cute, though.”

“What is?”

“The way that you worry about him.”

I huffed out a disgusted breath before I turned back for the stairs. I went right back to my own room on the first floor and sat at the little desk in there to open my laptop. I hesitated at very faint music coming from…somewhere. I stood right back up to look around, wondering instantly if this was the moment that my brain decided we were going to have a full-blown breakdown. Indy was leaning against my doorframe smiling while I spun around and looked for the source of the music.

“Tell me you hear that, too?” I asked.

He laughed and came the rest of the way into my room to pull the curtains back from one of the windows.

“Have a good time,” he said and walked right back out.

Utah had his truck parked in the yard several feet away from my window. He was sitting on the tailgate with one hilariously ancient boombox in his lap. He smiled while I struggled like a dumbass to figure out how to make my hands work to open the window.

“Hi, angel.”

“What are you doing?” I asked and laughed.

“I’ve got something for you.”

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