Page 165 of Headstrong Like Us
“Famous ones,” Farrow says easily. “You can gawk at the hot boys later. Again, are any of you hurt?” He unstraps the med bag.
“Don’t let Oscar see me.” Audrey dips down in the water. They’re way too damn focused on SFO coming in. I doubt they even heard Farrow.
I reach out a hand to help Kinney up.
“No,” she snaps. “You can’t, Moffy.”
I forgot she’s naked.Why the fuck is she naked?“Where are your clothes? How the fuck did you get here?”
“It’s kind of a long story, Moffy,” Winona says. Usually she’s the ringleader of the group.
The flat rock is big enough to fit probably twenty-five sunbathers, and everyone comes closer. I hear Akara speaking on comms.
“Oh God, no, not my brothers.” Audrey is practically shriveled in embarrassment. “Go away, Beckett! You too, Charlie!”
I glance over my shoulder. Charlie and Beckett are whispering to each other, exchanging deep concern. My pulse quickens, and I turn to the men on SFO.
“Stay back for a second,” I tell them.
“Jane!” Audrey calls, near-tears as her older sister rushes forward.
“I’m here!” Jane kneels beside me.
Towering behind me, Sulli frowns at her sister. “Fucking skinny dipping, squirt?”
“Oh hey, no, it’s not what you think.” Winona cringes.
“What does that mean?” I ask, concern mounting as all the girls look cagily between each other. Like it’s a massive secret that no one wants to unleash.
Farrow swivels a knob on his radio. “Security and your parents are being informed.”
We found the girls within a couple hours, which means my parents, aunts, and uncles probably haven’t reached critical freak-out levels yet.This is good.We’ll have them back home in no time.
Winona swims closer. “Please don’t tell them we’ve been skinny-dipping.”
Vada groans. “My dad’s gonna flip out. He’s so un-cool.”
“I know, babe,” Winona says. “Moffy will make sure everything’s okay.”
Jane whips around, searching for something with a flashlight. “Where are your clothes?”
I stare at my pouting sister. “That’s what I asked.”
Akara walks an inch or so closer. “What’s going on?” He glances over at Sulli.
But Winona answers, “Our clothes are gone.”
Kinney grumbles.
“Speak louder,” Farrow tells her.
“Someturdsstole them, okay?!” Kinney yells.
Jesus Christ.
Other people were here. I see red, muscles rigid. Whothe fuckwould steal their clothes? How long have they been swimming here, stuck? I don’t know who I need to go after, but the faceless person is in my front windshield.
“Let’s let them get out of the water,” Jane suggests. “Boys, can you turn around?”
