He climbs into the driver’s seat and I get in next to him. But I can’t get the sound of Rachael’s tears out of my head. I keep thinking about Wyatt. Those could be my tears. If he doesn’t follow through on his promise to me, they very well might be.
As Ricky blares through the traffic, I grab my cell and call Wyatt.
“Sis?” he warbles when he answers.
Beside me, Ricky is grinning like a jackal as he pulls around a corner. I turn away, not wanting him to see the look on my face.
Because Wyatt is high. I can tell just from that waver in his voice.
“Just thought I’d check in, bro,” I say, trying for chirpy and carefree.
“Oh,” he replies absently. Between Betty’s sirens in my ear and the music thumping in the background on his side, it’s hard to make out his words. I listen closer. “You
