“I’m here asshole,” Mikey said as we climbed into the car.
“Don’t answer the phone unless it’s this number and do yourself a favor when you get to where you’re going to stay out of sight. I’ll be in touch,” he said before ending the call. Mikey placed the phone in the console and looked over at me.
“I fucking hate that guy.”
“I know you do,” I said with a smile.
“Does your Aunt have a pool?” he asked as he started the car a sly smile working the corners of his mouth.
“I think so. It’s one of those fifty and over complexes, I’m pretty sure it has a community pool. Why?”
“More incentive to get your sweet ass to your Aunt’s. Did you happen to buy a bikini at Target?”
“I did,” I said smiling. A sound escaped Mikey’s lips similar to a growl and then he mumbled something inaudible forcing me to think that we couldn’t get to Aunt Gina’s soon enough. Apparently leaving our old lives behind had its perks.