Fallen Crest Forever (Fallen Crest Series Book 7)(77)

I nodded. It sucked. It more than sucked. It burned me raw. “Yeah.”

“You want to go do something stupid? Like we did in high school?”

I glanced over. “Like what?”

But I was going. Whatever he suggested, I needed to slip back into that skin where it was him and me against the world. Everything made more sense then.

“Let’s go find Adam Quinn.” He grinned crookedly at me. “Let’s go light his car on fire.”

I grinned back at him. “Like we did with the Broudous.”

This was wrong.

This was stupid.

This was something we’d do in high school.

I finished my third glass. “I’m in.” I pointed the glass at him. “But just the car. Nothing else. We can’t be that stupid.”

He nodded. “Of course. We’re never dumb.”

We both cracked grins, and I said, “We need a driver.”

As one person, we looked up at the ceiling. We were waking Nate within thirty seconds.

“Hey!” I shoved at his shoulder.

Logan didn’t waste time. He yanked off Nate’s blanket and both of us turned away, in case there was nudity.

“HEY!” Nate reared up. “I’m naked.”

There was nudity.

“Yeah.” I made a hurry-up motion with my hand. “We need you to drive us somewhere. Get dressed.”

Logan was heading back to the hallway. He slapped a hand on Nate’s wall. “Get your ass in gear, Monson. We’ve got a mission to fuck some shit up.”

Nate growled, but we heard him moving around as we left. Logan went to change, but I was ready to go. This wasn’t a smart decision, but I didn’t care. I filled my glass again as I waited.

Logan’s grin was wicked when he saw my fourth glass. “This is what I love.” He filled his fourth too, and we went to the kitchen until Nate showed moments later. He stopped in the entryway, dressed in jeans and a black sweatshirt.

He eyed us. “Do I even want to ask?”

Logan pointed to me. “He and Sam are kind of engaged, but kind of not. She said no at first.”

Nate’s eyes rounded in surprise. “Really?”

I didn’t want to talk about it, and I downed the rest of my drink. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

Logan finished his too, leaving the glass on the table. He grabbed Nate’s car keys from the wall where they were hanging and hurled them to him. “You’re driving. We’re doing a road trip to Adam Quinn’s place.”

“Are you serious?”

Logan nodded, pulling his phone out. We were heading out to Nate’s vehicle when someone answered his call.

“Tate!” he said. “Hey, you owe me one.” He paused. “I don’t give a shit what time of night it is. Where’s your cousin’s ex-douchebag staying these days? Call it a hunch, but I’ve a feeling she’ll know.” He waited again, then said, “Okay. Got it. Thanks, and hey.” His voice turned ominous. “Don’t think ahead of yourself and give someone a heads-up. Got it?”

As we got into Nate’s truck, he said, “Adam’s staying at the cabin to get away from the news media. Apparently, they haven’t located the cabin yet.”

Nate started the engine.

I looked back. “His parents?” I was sure his dad was out on bail.

Logan’s grin looked a little dangerous. “Daddy dearest is in town so he can meet with his lawyers more easily. His mom is in Fallen Crest too. Adam’s alone.”

I’d once whispered to Adam that if he fucked with my life, with Sam, with anyone I loved, I was going to end him. I didn’t know how, or when, but one day he would look around and realize no one was there to help him.

That day had come.



SAMANTHA



Something wasn’t right.

I felt it even before I woke up, and when I did, I knew Mason wasn’t next to me. I had no reason to know something was going on, but I did, and I acted on that instinct. I dressed, pulled my hair up into a ponytail, and went to wake Taylor. I wasn’t surprised to see that Mason, Logan, and Nate were gone. I checked the kitchen, living room, outside, and Nate’s room as I went up to Logan’s room.

Taylor was curled over on her side, her body rising and falling in deep breaths.

“Hey.” I tapped her on the shoulder. “Taylor.”

She woke with a gasp, whirling over to stare at me. She clutched the blanket. “Who—Sam?” Recognition eased away her panic. She ran a hand through her hair, blinking and squinting at me. “What are you doing here?”

“Something’s wrong.” I couldn’t explain it. “The guys are gone. I think they’re going to do something bad.”