Page 13 of Playing with Fire

What did she mean it wouldn't shut? Before I could ask, she took a breath and continued.

“I sent the girls inside, and a mom came over to help me. She couldn't figure it out either.” She giggled again, and I didn't think I was going to like what she was going to say next. “So I thought maybe if I looked at the way the other door shut, I could figure it out.”

What was there to figure out? You just shut the damn door. I huffed out a breath, but before I could say anything, she continued again.

“But then I got that one stuck, too.”

Was she kidding right now? “Stuck?”

“Yeah. The latchy thingy is stuck and it won’t let the door close.”

I gritted my teeth, at a complete loss as to what to say.

“I’ll bring the guys and we’ll head over.” Because there was no way I was continuing this ludicrous conversation on the phone.

“Wait, like…you don’t mean in the truck?”

What the fuck did she think we were coming in? A helicopter?

“Yes, Izzy. We’ll come in the truck.”

“But then the school will think I’m trouble.”

“You are trouble,” I blurted out.

A huff of indignation came through the line. “It’s not my fault your SUV is weird.”

I wasn’t about to correct her and admit the hidden meaning behind my words.

“We’ll be there in a few.”

“K.”

There was no way I could run some personal errand without the guys asking a million questions, and the last thing I needed was Jay there in case he picked up on my hidden attraction to his sister. So I gathered Adam and Zach under the guise of going to fill the truck.

“So, where are we going?” Adam asked once we were pulling out of the bay. “Cause the truck doesn’t need gas.”

Shit. I looked at the dash. A little less than three-quarters. Didn’t matter. Wouldn’t be able to hide where we were going, and why, forever.

“The elementary school.”

“Why?” Adam looked over at me.

“Izzy’s having a problem with the car.”

Adam chuckled. “Ah, right. Izzy. The new smoking hot, totally off-limits nanny.”

“Shut up, fucker.” I attempted to force my body to relax. The last thing I needed was to give him any more ammo. “Can’t leave her sitting at the school, now, can I? Jay would kick my ass.”

“Think he’s going to anyway,” Adam muttered, and I sent him a glare.

Jesus. First, Owen and now Adam. Was I that obvious?

“How’s it going with your student?” I fired back, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“Fine,” he gritted out.

That’s what I thought. At least I shut him up.

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