Page 77 of Dream Chaser
“TBH,” Lexi says. “They’d still be here because the team’s still here, if it wasn’t something to do with all that shit.”
“Well, that’s just fucked.” I shake my head. “You think they’d clue us in.”
“No, they wouldn’t,” Harper, London, and Lexi say at the same time.
Harper continues, “Not until they knew we needed to know.”
“Gonna circle back to, that’s just fucked.” I pet Wile.
“It’s not, though. No need to live in constant fear.” She takes Harper’s hand and looks at Lexi, who I watch literally sink into herself.
The three of them have been through so much. I mean, we all lost Collin, but we weren’t there when it happened, so as terrifying and tragic as it was for us, it was unimaginably so for them. And then London was at college when a deranged psychopath opened fire at the bar she and her friends were at.
I wonder if that’s why Brody and Emma are okay with her going to school in England. Although, that’s where Collin died.
London clears her throat. “We can’t let all the bad in the world outdo the good.”
Syd clears her throat. “You know, I haven’t lived what you three have, but?—”
“Syd, a deranged fuck dragged you out of your vehicle and into the woods at gunpoint just a few weeks?—”
“I know,” Syd cuts Lo off. “I was there, remember?” She forces a smile. “And I’m here now, and he’s in jail, where he should be. I agree with London. I will not live in fear, but you bet your ass I’ll live more cautiously when my husband, cousins, you all, are not around. No one gets to steal our happiness.”
“You carrying a gun?” Lexi asks.
“Hell no.” Syd laughs. “But Beau got me the most adorable pink taser and bedazzled pepper spray.”
“Dad insists I have a can of bear spray in my vehicle,” I say, leaning back against the wall.
“I don’t know how they do it,” Sydney whispers, looking down. “I can’t imagine Lily going to a sleepover at a friend’s, let alone college, or moving into her own place.”
A door slamming makes us all freaking jump, and then the sounds of boots coming up the stairs has Wile lifting his head and growling low.
“We’re armed and PMS’ing,” Ava says loudly.
“Why the fuck does the second part of that make me want to head back down the stairs?” Remington asks.
I swear we all let out a held breath.
“They’ve probably got this place wired already.” Harper laughs quietly.
The door opens and in walks all the assholes who were here earlier, but Jackson is with them. Jackson, who smirks at me knowingly.
I flip him off, and then I give them all warning glares, hoping they realize I’m not above doing exactly what I told them I would if they say a word.
“Got your text,” Ava’s husband, Luke, says as he walks in behind them.
“So?” Ava asks as he starts walking over to her.
“Hey!” I snap, and he stops and looks at me. I point at his boots. “You all need to mind your manners. This is my home now.”
They all grumble as they bend to unlace their boots.
“Where do you want them?” CJ asks.
“Up your?—”
“In the hall, where all of ours are.” Harper giggles.
