Chapter 95

The footsteps stopped just outside the door, and Tim slid his hand into his pocket and closed his fist around the pistol.

“Tim? Cris? It’s Josh and Mopp. Tom sent us down here.”

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JOSH SAT BEHIND the steering wheel, so tense his knuckles were almost white from the tightness of his grip. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened in his bedroom. No one had seen his back except Tommy and the doctors in the ER. Even Lucas avoided looking at it. Last summer he’d been afraid Mopp had seen it, but his obvious reaction—or non-reaction—had proved him wrong.

Now, however, there was no doubt Mopp had seen what Lucas had done to him. Josh had tried to conceal it by keeping his back to Mopp, but the boy was having none of it. Instead of being revolted by the scars, he’d caressed them. For a second, Josh thought—hoped—he was going to kiss each ridged line. He hadn’t, but what Mopp had done was even better.

He’d kissed Josh.