Page 118 of Chasing Shelter

Everyone back away slowly and don’t make any sudden movements, she’s on the warpath again.

Fallon

You’re a bunch of chickens. Trace, do you have a sneak peek of Keely’s hair? I wanna see.

I knew she was purposefully changing the subject, but I helped her out and sent a selfie I’d snapped of the two of us in the car. Ellie had taken a few of her hair from the back, but I didn’t have those.

Rhodes

Trace, is that glitter in your hair? Did Fal glitter-bomb you?

Kye

The sheriff looks like he’s about to hit up a rave. Someone text Lolli.

Shep

I’m sending her the picture now. I’m sure she’ll have some accompanying diamond art for you by the end of the day.

I groaned. The last thing I needed was one of my grandmother’s inappropriate pieces of art. I’d told her the Old-West-themed one she’d done, complete with assless chaps, had been damaged in my move. In reality, I’d hidden it in the back of my garage.

Fallon

Did you do Keely’s hair? It looks amazing!

Me

Ellie did. Had a whole plan and a suitcase full of supplies.

The chat was quiet for a moment, and then it erupted all at once.

Rhodes

Suitcase, huh? Are there sleepover supplies in that, too?

Cope

I want tickets to watch Linc kick Trace’s ass. I never got my punch in when he started up with Arden.

Arden

I’ll show you a punch, Puck Boy.

Kye

You paying for that styling in sexual favors, Sheriff?

Fallon

I KNEW IT! You two are meant to be.

Kye

Your turn to run, Trace. Fal’s planning your wedding.

I pulled a true Arden move and took a picture of myself flipping off the camera.

Kye