Page 100 of Fall For Me
“Yes . . . I’m with Hannah, we’re at a rage.”
Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck.
“He wants to talk to you.” She holds out her phone, and I take it, covering up the receiver.
“Why did you answer it, traitor?” I hiss and place the phone up to my ear. “Hi, Sean.”
There’s silence on the other end.
“Hello?” I plug one ear so I can hear him.
“What are you doing at The Wearhouse, mi amor?”
“How did you . . .” I trail off, remembering we redownloaded Life360 onto our phones this morning.
Shit.
“Granny asked me to bring her down here . . .”
“I need you to listen to me.”
“I’m listening,” I squeak out.
“Don’t ya give her any shit,” Granny yells so he can hear her. “This was my idea. I wanna beat on paint drums before I die.”
Oh, that manipulative little shit.
He sighs, clearly put out. “Are you safe, baby?”
I pull the phone away from my ear and frown at the screen. That isn’t the reaction I expected. Placing it back up to my ear, I tell him, “We’re good.”
“As soon as we find our friend, Molly, we will be,” Granny yells again.
“Hell, yes! Granny’s not here for a long time, but she’s here for a good time,” someone in the crowd calls back.
She tosses her head back and laughs. “I sure the hell am!”
Is she trying to poke the bear? Yes. I think she is, and she’s getting a kick out of it.
“¡Qué chingados!”
“She’s just messing with you, Sean,” I rush out.
“She’s at a rave. Yes. Granny, too,” he says to who I assume is Aiden.
The phone rings in my ear, and I pull it away, answering the FaceTime call. Sean’s handsome face lights up the screen with Aiden standing behind him in the locker room, both of their faces dripping with sweat and their hair drenched.
“Great game. I’m proud of you both!” I say, smiling at them and trying to change the subject.
Sliding in beside Granny, I squat down and hold out her phone so they can see us both. “See. We’re safe.”
“And we’re not leavin’ until I do what I came here to do, so you boys can just get over it. We’re fine,” Granny huffs. “Jesus Christ on a cracker. No man is gonna tell me what to do. That’s for damn sure.”
My eyes widen, and I blink at the screen. “So yeah, there’s that . . . We won’t be here long.”
Aiden steps out of view, shaking his head while Sean cracks a smile. “Be smart and have fun. Do not take drinks fromanybody. Will you FaceTime me when you get home?”
Is he serious right now? His mood and his words don’t add up to the reaction I had in my head.
