Jess grins. “Don’t hate on Spence. He’ll MacGyver you. He’ll kill you with a paperclip and make it look like it was the cows that came back for revenge.” She waves her hand through the air, brushing vengeance filled cows away. “Anyway. Did you tell him?”
“Tell who?” I look around. “Me? Tell me what?”
“I’ll take that as a no,” Jess laughs. “Laine, you wanna tell them, or me?”
Laine bends closer and pretends the odometer is of the utmost importance. “You can.”
Kane’s smile dims. “Tellthem?Tell them what?” He spins Jess. “What are you hiding, Lenaghan?”
“It’s almost summer break.”
His eyes narrow. “I know, Blondie. I saw the sun. Get to the fuckin’ point.”
Laine concentrates harder than she needs to on the final screw on the odometer mount. She doesn’t look up, and no matter how hard I stare, she refuses to meet my eyes.
“Laine?”Don’t break my heart now.“What don’t I know?”
“It’s summer,” Jess continues. “And Wanda is ready. Did you sign papers for the car yet, Baby? Is it yours?”
“Not yet. Later.”
“The car?” I frown. “You’re buying the car?”
“Yeah.” Finally, she looks up with shy eyes. “I can still buy the car, right? You’re not selling it to anyone else?”
“No.” I reach into the glove compartment and pull out the papers I already signed. “It’s all yours. You just gotta sign and take these into the DMV.”
With insecure eyes, she looks up with a wobbling smile. “I’ll cut you a check when we go inside.”
“No.” I shove the papers back into the compartment. “No cost. I got the car for free, and you put in all the work. It’s yours, free and clear.”
“No! I’m not taking it for free.” She turns to me and brandishes her screwdriver like a weapon. “I’ll pay for it. I don’t want it for free.”
“Get to the fuckin’ point!” Kane snaps. “Who cares about the car. What do you need to tellus?”
“I’m taking leave from the firm.” Jess grins foolishly. “I already told Jules. Just a week or two.”
His eyes narrow. “Why?”
“Road trip!” She bounces on her toes the way Laine did when I first got here. “Me, Baby, and Wanda. We’re going on a road trip.”
I expect Kane to blow up. I expect him to tell her no. I expect something of a tantrum the way Scotch or Marc would if the girls declared something so insane.
I was counting on him telling them no, since I can’t do it.
But he does nothing of the sort.
The thug smiles like a little kid. “Awesome. Road trip! Where are we going?”