Fallen Crest Forever (Fallen Crest Series Book 7)(78)

“Like what?”

She hadn’t been around for all those fights. She’d seen them defend her, save her from her friend’s enemies, but that was it. Logan had shielded her from the dirty stuff. I wouldn’t do the same. She needed to know, but for now I just shook my head.

“I don’t know. It’s just a feeling I have. We need to find them.”

“Okay.” She rose and reached for a robe, then paused as she took in my getup: jeans and a sweatshirt, all black. She let out a wary breath. “Why do I feel like I’m not going to be getting back to sleep anytime soon?”

I turned and headed for the door. “Because you’re not.”

I went downstairs to wait for her and pulled up a tracking app I’d put on Mason’s phone. He knew about it. He wanted one on mine, so I insisted on one for his phone too. I’d also put it on Logan’s phone. He just didn’t know about it, or I doubted he did. He had so many apps on there.

“Where are we going?” Taylor asked as she appeared.

I held my phone up. “You drive. I’ll tell you where to go.”

We got into her car, and she pulled out a moment later.

I looked down at the dot on the screen that was Mason and said, “Head out of town. We’re going back to Fallen Crest.”





MASON



“Do we have a plan?”

Nate asked the question after we’d been on the road for three hours. First we had to go toward Fallen Crest, and then we’d been taking a county road north for the last half hour. We were getting close.

Logan leaned forward. “Besides picking a fight?”

Nate frowned. “I thought we were just going to throw some fireworks in his car or something.”

Logan snorted, falling back to his seat. “Right. Because we’re traveling three hours just to pop some sparklers in his car. You’re kidding, right? Are you not with the program?”

“Well, you two are drunk.”

Logan hid a grin. We’d brought the bourbon with us, though the drive was starting to sober me up. Logan rolled his eyes in the rearview mirror before shaking his head.

“What?” Nate looked at me, then Logan in the mirror. “We’re not really going to do anything. We can’t. Mason, you just went on television and pointed the finger at him.”

“He’s at the cabin,” Logan said. “He’s hiding.”

Nate looked back to Logan in the mirror again. “And that means what?”

“You really think we’re going to not do anything? He tried to frame Mason. He could’ve fucked his entire football career. He broke into the house. He was in your room, dude. Your room. He didn’t actually get to Mason’s, because he went to both of our rooms first. What if he planted that virus on your computer?”

Nate straightened in his seat, like he hadn’t thought of it that way. His hands gripped the steering wheel. “What are you saying? You think he put that shit on my computer?”

“I was with you when you checked your room. Your computer was on. It’s not password-protected. He could’ve.”

A vein popped out of the side of Nate’s neck. “Are you messing with me, Logan?”

“That’s the point.” Logan’s tone cooled. “Quinn’s not some fucking innocent, and you have to stop treating him like he is.” Logan’s eyes skirted to mine as he said to Nate, “And you know it.”

Nate quieted for a minute, then looked to me. “Are you going to hurt him?”

I wanted to end him.

“We’ll see what happens,” I said.

“Which means Mason’s going to wait and see what we can do without getting into trouble.”

I grinned back at my brother. “It’s like you know me.”

He shot back an answering grin. “Only since the day I was born.”

The cabin came into view, and Nate cut the lights, turning down the long driveway. He parked, still close to the highway.

“Just don’t do anything that could get you arrested,” he said. “Shit’s different now that we have to be mature.”

Logan got out and shut his door. “Mature? What’s that?”

I got out next to him. “I think it’s some type of STD.”

Logan barked out a laugh, then tried to quiet himself. “I suppose I’d be the one to know what it is then.”

Nate caught the end of the conversation as we met at the back end of his car. He skimmed Logan up and down. “You have an STD?”

“Only if it’s called maturity, and I’m pretty sure I have an ointment for it.”

We both started laughing.

Nate shook his head. “Mason, you need to sober up. I can’t handle it when you drink like this. You’re just like Logan, only quieter.”