Chapter 50

“Oh God, I’m sorry.”

Behind us, Parker asks, “You about finished

here?”

He’s not just annoyed—he sounds

pissed, and I pull away from Dylan reluctantly, wipe tears

from my eyes, take deep, hitching breaths and try to stifle my

laughter. Ellington and Henry exchange a worried glance that sobers

me up. “I’m sorry,” I say again, louder this time, and I shrug

Dylan’s arm off as I step away from him. “It just struck me as

funny, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

Dylan’s giggles taper off and I nudge him

with an elbow. “Me too,” he mumbles. “Sorry, guys. Jesus.”

Ellington gives us a withering look that

diffuses any laughter still within me, then turns and starts down

the corridor at a quick pace, Parker right behind him. Henry

watches us, waiting, but I turn slightly and whisper to Dylan, “I

told you about calling me Jesus.”

That makes him start again, a snorted

chuckle and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand as if to