Page 63 of Fight or Flight
He shakes his head.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” I tell him.
“Who said I’m babysitting you?” He gives me an innocent look. “I just said I’m coming home tonight.”
“Right,” I say dryly. “This is the first time in weeks that you’re not spending the night at Myles’s, and I’m supposed to believe that it has nothing to do with you thinking you need to keep an eye on me?”
“You can believe whatever you want.” He pulls his hood up. “And maybe you wouldn’t be so quick to think that me coming home for the night means I’m babysitting you if you didn’t keep acting like you need a babysitter.”
I flip him off. “Babysit this.”
He shakes his head. “And somehow you still think you’re the older one.”
“Because age is just a number, and being young at heart is the secret to a long and full life.”
“Sure, that’s definitely it.” He walks toward the door. “Later.”
I wait until it closes behind him and spin my chair around so I can fish a flash drive out of my desk drawer and start shutting my computer down.
Might as well pay Shane a visit and fill him in on the blackmail files. It’s not like I have anything else to do now that Xave has gotten distracted by something shiny and bailed on me.
The halls are empty as I head down to the second floor and knock on Shane’s door.
The music filtering out from his room tells me he’s home, and a moment later, the door swings open.
“What?” he asks, giving me a flat look.
“Is that any way to greet the person who came to fill in some blanks for you?”
His brow furrows. “Huh?”
“The blanks from the meeting earlier.”
There might not be anyone around, but I have to watch what I say until we’re behind closed doors.
An understanding look crosses his features, and he glances down the hall in both directions. “Now?”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s Friday night?”
“So? I’m free now.”
“And what if I’m not free?”
I make a show of looking over his shoulder and into his empty room. “Yeah, you definitely look super busy right now.”
He rolls his eyes and motions for me to come inside.
“You really couldn’t think of a better time to have this conversation?” He crosses his arms and gives me a hard look.
“I could have, but like I said, I’m free now.”
I didn’t purposely choose to tell him now so I could mess up his Friday night plans. It really was as simple as me having free time I needed to fill so I don’t get bored and get into trouble.
But he doesn’t need to know that.
“Okay,” he says when I don’t continue. “Are you going to fill in these blanks and tell me what the fuck is going on?”
