Chapter 31

“Wait.” I grabbed his tuxedo sleeve as he turned.

“Careful.” He brushed at it, coming back around. “Rented threads.”

“We could always camp out.” There was a huge wooded spot right down the street from our houses and across the main road.

“What? Speak up, boy.”

I’d needed to stop and swallow between words as it was. My mouth was dry as hell, and of course, I couldn’t talk very loud. My knees were nearly knocking as I tried to start again. “I…I will…if you want.”

He looked at me. The area outside the hotel was well lit. Neither one of us blinked for at least twenty seconds. “Will what?”

There were too many people around to say it again, so I didn’t say anything.