I burst into tears.
“Oh, for the love of…” Chubs shook his head and sighed, but I heard the affection in his voice all the same. “It’s just me, you dumbass.”
And without another word, he crossed those last two steps between us and wrapped me up tight in his arms.
NINE
THE PROBLEM WAS, ONCE I STARTED, I couldn’t stop. I felt every bit of me sag against him, needing the reassurance that he was solid and that the heart beating next to my ear was his. Chubs patted my back awkwardly as I buried my face in his jacket and went to pieces.
“How?” I choked out. “Why are you here?”
The rustling in the trees behind us barely registered in my mind, but Chubs looked up, calling, “Oh, come on, Lee—I know you want a hug, too—”
It happened too fast for me to warn him—to stop any of it. Chubs released me only to spin me behind him, throwing me more off-kilter than I had been before. I thought, for sure, that my mind was playing tricks on me, because it looked like he had pulled a long hunting knife up out of the waistband of his pants. It looked like Vida was pointing her gun straight at him, switching off the safety.
“It’s—” I began, feeling his arm strain under my grip. “Chubs—”
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded.
“Not the person who brought a knife to a gunfight,” Vida said, waving her weapon for emphasis.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Jude said, popping out from behind the tree to her right. He slid partway down the muddy hill, throwing himself between them. “Not Liam,” he said, pointing at himself, then at Vida. “Not Liam, either.” Jude turned back toward Chubs, his thick eyebrows drawing together as he moved his finger our way. “Also not Liam…?”
At that, Vida turned to stare at him. “In what universe does this tool look anything like Cole Stewart?”
Jude’s voice went high when he got defensive. “I don’t know! Brother from a different mother? There is such a thing as adoption—”
Chubs lowered his knife. I could see his mind working behind his eyes, jumping from one horrible possibility to another as he took account of the strangers, my tears, and the absence of Liam.
“Oh my God,” he said, going gray in the face. He pressed a fist against his stomach, like he was about to be sick. “Oh my God.”
“No, no,” I said quickly. “He’s not dead!”
That you know of, my mind whispered.
“Why aren’t you together?” Now he looked close to tears himself. Chubs’s hair had grown out past its usual neat crop, and the silver-rimmed glasses that actually fit his face made him look so much more mature than I remembered. He didn’t really look like himself, not until I saw the fear come crashing over him—this was the Chubs I remembered, always between one panic and the next. “He never would have left you, never!”
I looked away. Not toward Vida and Jude, who had gone silent watching this, but to soft mud cupping rain puddles at our feet.
“Ruby,” Chubs began, his voice strained. “What happened?”
I shook my head, pressing my freezing hands to my face.
“You left him?” he guessed. “You had a fight? You split up for a few days?”
By whispering it, I was hoping I could take some of the sting out of the truth, but that wasn’t the case at all. Chubs took a stunned step back, his eyes flashing with horror.
“No, you didn’t!” he said, gripping my shoulders. “That was the only reason I thought it would be okay! I thought you two would stay together!”
“What was I supposed to do?” I demanded, not caring that my voice was rising. “You were—you were dead, and they had taken us in, and I made a deal, and I knew, I knew he wouldn’t go otherwise. What the hell was I supposed to do?”
Chubs shook his head. “And these kids, they’re League? You’re with them?”
“They’re—” I started to say.
“—still standing here, waiting for an explanation as to who the hell this is,” Vida cut in, every trace of amusement gone from her face.
My brain was finally starting to reassemble itself into working order, and with it came fresh, sharp fear.
Vida was here. Vida, who had been chasing us down to bring us back in to the League. Vida, who had now seen Chubs and could identify him to the League, if it came to that. Who might even try to bring him in.
I pushed him back, trying to keep him behind me. “He’s no one,” I said. “He’s not any concern of yours.”
“Uh, yeah he freaking is if he’s coming with us to find Stewart,” Vida said.
“What did you say?”
“Plug your empty-ass brain in,” she said. “I’m not here to take you back; I’m here to help you.” She turned on Jude. “Nice of you to repay me by electrocuting me, you little shit.”
“If you weren’t there with Beta Team and Barton to take us in to HQ, then why?”
Vida rolled her eyes but did answer eventually—with the smuggest look possible. “I was looped in on your little romantic quest. The only way to get me out without it looking suspicious was to suggest that I come after you dumb asses, since I supposedly know your crappy personalities so well.”
“What about Beta Team?” Jude asked.
“Recalled to HQ. Orders to bring Rob back in or something—you two lace panties about caused a f**king riot back home with your little stunt.” She tossed her hair back. “Alban gave me two weeks to find you. So let’s get this horror show on the road.”
I stared at her, shaking my head. “You are so full of it. You think we’re just going to skip away with you into the sunset?”
“No,” Vida said, “I expect you to f**king prance, and you’re going to do it with a smile and the least amount of bitching possible, or Cole isn’t going to honor your stupid deal to have the League free the camps.”
It was true, then—she was telling the truth about being here to help us. Cole wouldn’t have looped her in otherwise. The objective was too valuable. It surprised me how much it stung my pride to know he didn’t think I could handle this Op on my own. That I needed backup.
Jude turned to look at me, totally lost.
“Okay, vámonos!” Vida said, clapping her hands. “If you’re going to check out the house, then do it fast.”