It didn’t make it any easier that he was charming even in defeat. She knew she could have fallen for Milos had Mikey not already been a part of her life, and Milos knew it too. Never before had Allie been put in a position of chosing between two boys. Some girls might like such a game—toying with them, playing one against the other. Allie thought to the times she teased Mikey about Milos, and realized that maybe she had done a little bit of that herself. It made her want to see Mikey all the more.

The one comfort Allie could take from the evening’s festivities was that her momentous lapse of reason would go unnoticed and unrecorded. Mikey would never know.

Except that he did.

In fact, he was standing right beside them when they kissed.

CHAPTER 14
Strange Winds

When Allie and Milos returned to the interstate, Moose and Squirrel were there, but Mikey was nowhere to be seen. Now that Milos’s advances had hit a brick wall, he was itching to move on, and didn’t appreciate waiting for Mikey.

“It is just like him to make the rest of us wait,” Milos said.

“How do you know what he’s like?” Allie said, defensively. “You barely even know him.”

Milos knew better than to argue the point.

Allie looked around—to the fields across the interstate, and behind her, to the neighborhood they had just come from. She tried to catch a glimpse of Mikey’s afterglow, but the moon was too bright; everything seemed to be glowing.

“Wherever he’s gone, he couldn’t have gone far,” Allie told the others. But when Mikey wasn’t back by midnight, Allie began to worry.

“What if something happened to him?”

Squirrel stayed silent about it, but Moose—probably following Milos’s earlier cue—was annoyed. “Let him catch up with ush.”

Milos, on the other hand, had moved past his irritation, and recognized that Mikey’s absence was something out of the ordinary. “There will be a sensible explanation,” Milos reasoned, “and when he does come back, we can all be suitably angry at him. But for now we will wait.”

Allie kept a vigil all night, her mind filling with all the things that could have happened to him. What if the Nashville Afterlights kidnapped him? What if he got caught in one of Mary’s stupid soul traps? Yet she knew she was grasping at straws. Those Nashville Afterlights were timid things—and as for soul traps, there was no evidence that Mary had ever been this far west.