Chapter 20
twenty
EZRA
Having to spend the morning in silence while the angry blonde who stole my boyfriend glares at me was not on my bingo card for this year.
Every time I try being nice to her, I remember the look on Maverick’s face while he begged me to get her out of that house, and I’m angry all over again.
I’m adult enough to be aware that it’s unfair to her, but she isn’t exactly trying to get along with me either.
The little voice of reason in my head says that her attitude is probably a result of my shitty one, but I just tell that voice to fuck off and continue to make breakfast.
“I’m going to go into town to grab supplies.
Make me a list and add your clothing sizes,” I say.
Sliding a plate in front of her with two Pop-Tarts on it.
She frowns at the plate and then looks up at me, her frown deepening.
“What? I stocked this place with things that would take a while to go bad. It was either Pop-Tarts or baked beans.”
“I want to go into town and pick my own clothes.”
“You can’t even walk, Jo.” She glares at me but doesn’t argue. She can’t. I found her scooting down the stairs on her butt this morning.
Jo grumbles something under her breath, but snags the pad of paper and the pen I pull out of the drawer and starts writing a list. From what Declan has told me, Jo is always busy. She’s going to have a really hard time while we’re stuck here.
“Here,” she says, sliding the list back to me and taking an aggressive bite of her Pop-Tart.
I rip out the page and pocket it without even looking at it.
I suddenly feel claustrophobic and need to get the hell out of this house.
Every time I look at Jo, all I think about is Maverick, and I can’t think about something having happened to him and still do what I need to do to keep us safe.
In under a minute, I’m in my car and slowly making my way down the dirt drive back to the main road.
I swapped the Massachusetts plates for Maine ones this morning once I got word from my dad that he had them added to Maine’s system.
I’m swapping the car out for the truck I have stored up here before heading into town, but cops this far up will notice Massachusetts plates immediately.
We don’t need to stand out any more than two new people in a small town already do.
The first thing I asked him when I saw his name came up on my phone was if he was able to contact Kai yet. Unfortunately, Harrison is doing a good job of keeping them all off the radar. At least that’s what I’m telling myself, because I can’t handle the alternative.