When we settle into the cart, I don’t miss the way Morgan slides closer to me; I don’t say a word. As we go around, we look at the lights reflecting off the water and everyone running around.
“It’s beautiful, right?” she asks wistfully.
“It is.” Only I’m not looking at anything but her.
Friends. Just friends.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the necklace I bought her earlier. Now stopped at the top, while people get out below, I turn to Morgan. “I bought you something.” I smirk at her wide eyes.
“You didn’t have to buy me anything.”
“Have to? No. I wanted to. I saw it and thought of you.” I hold out the necklace for her.
She takes it and holds it out to examine the charm.
I sit nervously, waiting for her reaction. So far, she hasn’t moved or made a noise.
Did I push too far?
Then she meets my eyes, hers with tears shining in them.
“Fuck. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I shift closer to caress her cheek.
“This is beautiful, Keat. It’s perfect. Thank you.” She leans into me, hugging me close. I pull her into my side as we enjoy the rest of the ride.
Lying in bed later that night, I can’t help but smile as I think about the day.
It was perfect.
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Morgan
I have a flashback as Boswell opens the door.
“Hello, Ms. Wright. Keaton’s on the back patio with Finley.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Morgan?”
He chuckles and waves me in. Making my way towards the back patio, I freeze.
“We need to do it tonight; we can’t put it off any longer.” I recognize Finley’s voice.
“Dude, we have enough time.” Keaton sounds as calm as ever, while Finley sounds panicked.
“I’m sick of waiting. If you don’t find someone to drive, then I will. Don’t forget we have no choice. We have to do this in order to be in.”
“Why are you so worried about doing it now? It’s easier than stealing a stone fucking bird like last year.”
“I just want to get it over with. Should I ask Tinsley?”
“Hell no, Tinsley is not driving us,” Keaton hisses.
“She can do it. Besides, she’s going to Samhain with me anyways. Might as well give her the full experience,” Finley grinds out.
“Don’t fucking remind me. That was not an easy decision for Reed or me. Don’t flaunt it.”
“Wouldn’t you rather it be someone you trust?”
As they start to bicker again, I make myself known. “Why do you need a driver?”
Keaton looks over at me in surprise while Finley looks pleased.
“Hey, sweetheart, want to do this asshole and me a favor? I’ll love you forever.” Finley gives me a flirty look as he comes over to throw his arm around my shoulders.
I shrug him off “Depends on what I’m helping with and what car I get to drive.”
“So we need to pull a prank,” Finley tells me.
“Fin. No.” Keaton shakes his head.
“Are you keeping something from your best friend, Keaton?” I tsk at him.
Keaton makes his way over to me. “You don’t need to be involved.”
“See, Keat baby, you’re just making me want to know even more.” I pat his chest.
His eyes glance down at the contact then back up to me. Before I can move my hand, he grasps it in his, his thumb caressing the back of my hand.
“Before you agree, you can’t tell a single soul. Not even Tinsley.” I nod, so he continues. “We have a task we must perform. I can’t tell you why, but to do it, we need a getaway driver.”
“Are you robbing a bank?” I would like to say, if the answer is yes, I could deny him, but I don’t think I can.
“Nah. Nothing that illegal,” Finley assures me from beside us.
I pull my hand back suddenly. I forgot he was even here. Keaton has the unique ability to make me forget the rest of the world.
“We have to TP a house. I asked Reed to drive, but he said that this was something I had to do myself to prove that I’m a man or some shit. Fucking ironic seeing as we fucking helped him with his.” Keaton turns, running his hand over his head.
“I’m in. Pick me up at dark.” I don’t know if it’s seeing his stress or the fact that the idea of danger turns me on a little bit, but I find myself excited.
“Yes! Thank you, Morgan. You’re a lifesaver. We can get this shit done tonight.” Finley wraps me in a hug, twirling me. “I owe you. Any favor and it’s yours.”
I roll my eyes at him. “No favor needed.” I risk a quick glance to Keaton. Finley doesn’t miss it though. When my eyes meet his again, he winks.
“You can drive Keaton’s. See you at ten.”
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Chapter 7
Keaton
“I don’t like this,” I tell Finley as we pull up to Morgan’s.
“Should have thought about it earlier. You left me no choice but to ask her or Tinsley. At least we know she won’t say anything.” He shrugs.
We watch her slip out of the house and down the driveway to the car. She comes around to the driver’s side and knocks on the window.
I roll down the window. “Yes?”
“If I’m your getaway driver, wouldn’t it make sense for me to drive us to where we’re going? That way I don’t have to get out of the car at all until we’re done.”
I look over at Finley, and he shrugs. Sighing, I open the door and slide out, waiting for Morgan to get in before I shut it. I walk around to the passenger door and wait for Finley to get out. He points over his shoulder towards the back seat. I shoot him a glare.
“Riding in the back seat of my own fucking car,” I mumble as I slide in.
“Get over it.
