Chapter 46

Well, not anymore. They’d all known. They’d let him go for ten yearslike this.

He forced himself to calm down.

“Thank you.”

“Noah! Don’t hang up!”

“What else did you have to say, Chris?”

“I think you’re making a big mistake—huge—but it’s your life.”

“It is, and thank you for acknowledging that.”

Chris groaned. “I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“That’s easy for you to say. When Pop finds out, he’s going to kill me.”

“He won’t, but if it looks like things are getting too intense, I’ll hide you under the dining room table.”

Chris gave a spurt of laughter. “Thanks, Noah. I appreciate it.” That was what they’d done when they’d been little and had watched slasher flicks which they shouldn’t have, huddling together under the table, with the tablecloth concealing them from Jason or Michael or Freddie.

“Hey, that’s what little brothers are for.”

“Yeah, well, just remember you still owe me one.”