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“I wanted to make it special. We’ve been with Elio for a month now.”
Shit.I hadn’t even noticed how much time had passed. It felt like a lifetime but not at the same time.
“Think we can convince Elio into anniversary sex?” Sayge said, licking his lips.
“I swear you have a one-track mind.” Calvin shook his head, but his cheeks were bright red, giving him away. He’d thought about it as well.
* * *
“How many of those are you going to eat?” Calvin asked as I finished off another pack of fruit snacks.
“I grabbed three boxes for a reason.” I popped more into my mouth. “If you wanted some, you should have grabbed some.”
Calvin stared at me. “You know you have some serious issues.”
“Yeah, it’s just extra seasoning. It’s what makes me taste so good.”
“I can concur that. Dar tastes great,” Sayge said.
Calvin sighed as if he wasn’t sure what to do with us. I nudged him, trying to get him to laugh.
“You know I taste good. I can always give you a taste to jog your memory,” I said as I unbuttoned my jeans.
Calvin burst into a fit of laughter. “Would you stop?”
“Button your pants. I’m going to lower the privacy window,” Sayge warned before he pushed the button by the window, and it went down. “Novak, can we get ice cream before going back?”
“What are you, children?” Yet, he’d already put his turn signal on.
“No, it’s kind of a celebration today.”
“Oh, what are you all celebrating?”
I laughed. “This is the day we all ran away together.”
Calvin smiled. I knew he remembered the insanity of our plan back then. He’d still gone with us. He’d given his rich life up to be with us. I knew it hadn’t been a great home just because he had money.
“I guess that’s cause enough to deviate from the path,” Novak said.
“Did you text Elio?” I asked. We’d forgotten the cell phone in our haste to go to the store.
“Yeah, no reply, but Devyn said they’d be done soon.”
Sayge sat back down, and we smiled at each other. It was even better that we had Elio.
“Think Elio’s up for a—” Sayge’s words were cut off as everything happened too quickly to track. One moment we were headed toward the ice cream shop, and the next, I was tossed against the door, hitting my head on the window. My vision blurred.
The door was wrenched open. I tried to make out who it was, but spots danced in my vision.
“Grab them and hurry up,” someone demanded.
I was jerked out of the car, and my head hit the edge. The Arizona heat slapped me in the face, and I groaned.
“Toss them in the trunk.”
Trunk?I tried to fight, but my limbs wouldn’t respond to my commands. It took more effort than it should have to move my fingers.
“What about the driver?”
