Stacy’s voice angled on the side of shrill. “Angie, do something! Say something, for heaven’s sake! This is your brother!”
Angie merely snagged the keys. “He’s no baby. Besides…”
The keys jangled behind Gerry’s back, but he couldn’t break eye contact with the man in front of him. This was what he’d been waiting for. This was his chance. Stupid nobody Gerald Matthew Faun was going to meet the beautiful and talented Mark Devon, if it killed him in the process. At least, he’d do his damn best to find a way. And one step closer was one step closer.
“…we don’t have to be home for another two hours, and now we have wheels!”
Whichever of the three girls answered Angie back with a whoop, Gerry couldn’t say. “Stay out of trouble,” he warned without bothering to turn. “Dad’ll kill you if you ding his car.”
He wasn’t offered the same warning in return.