Her own mother had never handed her a credit card. She stared at him. “I just told you—”
“I’m not swooping in, and I’m not solving anything. It doesn’t even have a high limit, so don’t go try to put down a deposit on a Porsche. But this might help you get started until the insurance mess is straightened out.”
The plastic sat between his fingers, but she didn’t reach to take it.
It was hard. Was he buying her off?
She was too tired for this.
“It’s not even a MasterCard,” he whispered. “Totally Visa.”
That made her smile.
He smiled back and set the card on the hall table. “Lock up behind me.”
And then he was gone.
She regretted his absence almost immediately.
Every creak had her imagining the Guide coming after her. The brothers had frightened him off—but how long would that last? Did the Guide still think she was a part of it? She took the fastest shower in history and reconsidered calling Quinn.
No answer.
So Becca turned on all the lights and inspected every closet.
She wished her mom would come home.
Her phone chimed from her bedroom. It was the only thing to have survived the crash and the flood.
She’d used it to call her mom from the ambulance.
1 New Text Message
Had to be Quinn. Becca scrolled through the menu. She didn’t recognize the number, but the message was loud and clear.
What RU Up to? Practicing Krav Maga? :-)
Hunter had no idea about the accident. Just a normal boy sending a girl a text. Becca grinned. She couldn’t help it. She texted back.
Did you just text a smiley?
His return message was lightning quick.
Don’t girls love smileys?
She was blushing. At a text message. She whipped her thumbs across the keys.
Girls love the real thing.
This time there was a pause.
Or maybe he was typing something long.
Then her phone flashed. New message.
Is that an invitation?
Her heart kicked against her ribs as if the adrenaline on the bridge had been a warm-up. She remembered the challenge in his voice at the park. In or out, Becca?