“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped.
“I figured since it isn’t probably a good idea for Nix to come to our side of town, we could go to his.”
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” I glared at her, but she kept her eyes on the road.
“You should call him, let him know we’re on our way.”
“Turn around. Turn around right now,” I said, panic swelling like a riptide inside me.
“I can’t turn around, Harleigh.” Strained laughter escaped her lips. “It’s a solid plan.”
“Stupid. It’s a stupid plan.”
“You’ll have to direct me to his trailer. I’m not—”
“His trailer?” I balked. “We can’t turn up at his trailer, Celeste.”
“What? Why?”
“Because… because we wouldn’t be welcome.”
“I don’t understand.” She shot me a confused look.
“Nix’s dad isn’t a nice guy.”
“What? Does he beat on Nix or something?”
“Or something,” I murmured, years of memories bubbling to the surface.
“God, I didn’t know.”
“Joe Wilder isn’t a good man. But his stepmom Jessa is nice.”
“I guess I didn’t really think this through. I just thought—”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll text Nix and see what the guys are up to.”
“Yeah?” There was a definite pep in her voice.
“Did you tell Miles where we were going?” My brow arched.
“I told him we needed some girly time.” Her eyes slid to mine, swirling with shame. “I didn’t want him to worry.”
“Worry that you’re headed to The Row, or worry that a certain brooding bad boy—”
“Don’t say it,” she rushed out. “Just… don’t.”
I lifted my hands in defeat. “You got it. But, so you know, I think this is a bad idea.”
“Nothing is going to happen with me and Zane. I’m with Miles.”
“Good. I’m pretty sure you’re not Zane’s type anyway.”
Her brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shook my head gently. “Nothing.”
My cell vibrated and I opened Nix’s reply.