“Let’s go.” Blaise followed us into the bathroom, shutting the door.

Harper was now focused on me. “Shit. You guys do look alike. I didn’t believe the hype.”

Blaise laughed. “We’re all in psych together.”

Harper twisted his head around. “I’m not in your psych class.”

“You sure as shit are, when you bother to show up.”

Harper looked back at me. “Damn.”

Then we heard soft footsteps on the porch and two figures showed at the window.

Harper tensed, moving back into me. He started to resist me. “No. No way, dude.”

Now he came to his senses?

Jordan wasn’t having it. A hard glint in his eyes, he reached through the window, took hold of Harper’s polo and yanked the guy through the window. His head and torso cleared it. The tops of his legs banged into the window frame, but Zellman was there. He knelt, scooping the bottom half of Harper, and as I climbed out, the two of them were halfway across the yard.

Blaise hopped out after me. He grabbed my shirt at the same time he reached back inside, pulling the window shut again. He released me, moving around me. “Can’t be too trustful.” He was hurrying after the guys.

I darted after, both of us nearing them just as they got to the fence.

Bren was there, holding the loose board open. Her mouth was set, her eyes almost as hard as Jordan’s. She was not happy.

Blaise noted it, too, whistling under his breath. “Fight sex, brother. You’re going to have fun tonight.”

“Shut up.” Bren pinned him with a dark look.

Blaise still grinned, but he kept quiet. Then he stopped, because now he figured out his mistake.

Jordan and Zellman were carrying Harper to Jordan’s truck.

And guess where Bren and I were both going?

He had his keys out, but he paused in the middle of the alley. “Fuck.”

Bren moved around him, taunting him, “Can’t leave your Wagon here. People will see it.”

I moved around the other side. “And you know we won’t let you follow us.”

Yeah. He had messed up.

“Cross.” Jordan was digging into his pockets. He tossed me keys. He and Zellman put Harper in the back, climbing in right after him.

I asked Bren, “You want to drive?”

Her scowl was instant. “Don’t think that’s going to appease me.”

My brother laughed behind me. “Fight. Sex.”

Ignoring Blaise, I followed Bren’s cue. She went to the passenger side, so I got behind the wheel. Starting the engine, I kept the lights off, using the alley lights as I backed us up. Once I got to the road, I reversed, turned the lights on, and headed off.

Jordan opened the window so we could talk, but as I drove out of town, no one said a word.

Not even Harper.

Chapter Thirteen

BREN

We’d been here before.