Page 45 of House of BS & Lies
“You know the drill, Watts.” Cody shook out two pink pills. “You’ll have to dry swallow these since I can’t trust that fucker to make you a water.”
Mable swallowed them, grimacing as she did.
I crossed my arms over my chest just as Cody said, “Come on. Time to go.”
“You have to be up early tomorrow, though.”
“Why?” Weaver, who I hadn’t realized was paying attention, asked.
“She runs a snowplow business with her family. Her, her mom and dad all run snowplows for the town.”
Weaver’s eyes narrowed. “Can you even see over the steering wheel of a snowplow?”
Cody’s eyes narrowed too. “Can you go fuck yourself?”
My lips twitched.
“I do it all the time,” Weaver said. “But I’m only looking out for your safety here.”
Cody dismissed him and looked back toward me. “If I don’t stay with her, someone will have to.”
I wondered why.
“Let’s just say, Mable has some weird reactions when she takes Benadryl.”
My head tilted. “What kind of reactions?”
“Nothing!” Mable gasps. “I’ll go home with you.”
“You were right, though.” Cody said. “You can’t go home with me. I have to be up in a couple of hours to start working on the roads, and I won’t be able to watch over you for the length of time it’ll take.”
I truly was curious what happened when she had Benadryl.
The way the two of them were talking, it was worrisome enough that she didn’t get to be left alone.
“Come on,” Cody said. “Let’s walk you to the truck. The Hulk can take you back to his place. I’ll deal with Brawny for the night.”
“Brawny can come with us,” I suggested. “But I think you might need to tell me what I have laying ahead of me.”
Before Cody could answer, Mable started shaking her head. “Cody, you promised we’d never speak of it!”
Cody’s lips tightened as she tried to hold back her laughter. “Come on. Let’s get you to Fabio’s truck.”
“Who’s Fabio?” Mable asked.
“Your hair model of a friend,” Cody replied.
Before anyone could move, however, the doors burst open and two uniformed police officers poured inside.
“I got this,” Gentry murmured. “You go ahead and go.”
Gentry knew about our aversion to police officers.
But he was right. Someone needed to have the pulse of the area we were living in. We needed to know if danger was headed our way.
I agreed with him and all, but it still sucked to see him cross over to the dark side.
I did, however, hold up a finger to halt everyone.
