Page 29 of Not Made to Last

“Thanks.”

I double count the socks he just counted.

Dom looks up, eyes narrowed. “Quit worrying.”

“I’m not.” Itotally am. “Anyway, it’s not as if you’re going to be in the middle of nowhere. There’s a Walmart within ten minutes so you can get anything you need.”

Dom rolls his eyes. “You just had to look it up, didn’t you?”

“Ollie!” Max calls from somewhere in the house, saving me from responding. “Your phone’s ringing.”

I lift the phone in my hand. “I have my phone!”

A few seconds later, Max returns, a stack of towels in one arm and my bag under the other. “Then your bag’s ringing!”

“What?” I reach over, take my bag from him, and sure enough… it’s beeping, not ringing, but still… I unzip it and pull out a phone I’ve never seen before. I look up, glancing between my brothers. “Where did this come from?”

Dom shrugs. “It’s inyourbag.”

Max fails at hiding his giggle.

“Did you do this?” I ask. “Where the hell did you get an iPhone from?”

“Is someone pinging that?” Dom asks, and I show him the Find My iPhone alert on the screen.

Max all out laughs. “Timothy must have hidden it in your bag.”

Oh, no…

Dread forms a knot in the pit of my stomach.

“Who’s Timothy?” Dom asks, teasing.

“That guy Ohana hit with the truck.”

“I didn’t hit him.” Irrelevant, but true.

“He looooves her,” Max sings, and I shake my head, glare at him.

“He does not,” I deadpan, and the stupid phone won’t stop beeping.

Dom dumps the towels into the bag. “You’ve been hanging out with him?”

I sigh, not sure what I’m more annoyed with. Rhys and his antics, the stupid phone that won’t quit, or my brothers teasing me. “He orders food sometimes, and when we deliver it to him, he comes along for the ride. It’s happened twice. It’s no big deal.”

“I bet he wants to take you on a date since he knows I won’t be home,” Max says.

“You told him about camp?”

Max nods, his grin from ear to ear, and turns to Dom. Unable to keep his giant mouth shut, he adds, “He wanted to buy us dinner tonight and go to some special spot to watch the sunset together.”

“Why didn’t you?” Dom asks me.

I wave a hand around the room. “We had to pack.” The phone pings again, and I almost throw it clear across the room.

“That’s a pretty ballsy move,” Dom states, crossing his arms as he looks down at me.

“What do you mean?”

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