I spent the afternoon by the pool getting some sun. I didn’t have to see Gilly to know he was there. Call me crazy–my friends do, anyway–but I could sense him. He was watching, and I was more than willing to give him a show of what he’ll never have.

After watching my brother and then the freaking Butcher fall madly in love and chase down their wives, I decided I would no longer beg for Gilly’s attention. In fact, at the moment I very much wish I didn’t have it at all.

My phone buzzes from under my pillow. I pretended to go to bed hours ago. I pull it out to see alerts from the BB group. My two best friends from prep school, both of whom are now enjoying summer break before they go off to college. One is headed to MIT, while the other will be going to CalTech.

I click into the program Magic made for the three of us to chat on. Most might think BB stands for Bad Bitches–which we are. Okay, maybe not Magic–she can be a softy–but really it’s the Bloody Badgers.

Ocean: These drones are so killer.

Magic: Do we have to call them killer?

Ocean: I can shoot shit with them. Why not?

Magic: The point was for them to be more eyes in the sky. Not actual weapons. That was just an added bonus.

Me: Well, sometimes you have to take a shot.

Ocean: Ahhhh! See.

Me: How is it going with the drone?

We swiped two over a week ago from Aztec Corp.

Magic: Oh, there is so much chatter about them being stolen right out from under their noses, but they’ll never find us. I might have sent them down another trail. One that leads to a dead end.

Me: Magic I love when you get devious.

It really was too easy for us to snatch the drones, or maybe I don’t give us enough credit. I can basically get in anywhere I want. My problem is I’m a bit messy. That’s where Magic comes in. The girl can clean up any trail I leave behind. As for Ocean, once she got her hands on the drones, she made her own little upgrades.