Me: I know it wasn’t you who sent the photo out. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough to realize that in the beginning.
Zach: I’m sorry you didn’t too.
Zach: But, Delia?
God, even reading my name makes my heart pound. It’s been too many days since I’ve heard it drop from his lips.
I didn’t know I could miss someone this much before now.
Me: Yeah?
Zach: Go to bed. It’s after midnight.
Laughter flows out of me, and I feel giddy. His text is so simple, so…Zach.
For the first time in days, I have hope again.
Twenty-Three
“You want to do what?”
“Steal Marshmallow.”
“Are you insane? Because you sound certifiable right about now. We cannot steal a goat.”
“We can too. All it takes is getting a window open at Zach’s, crawling inside, and snatching the goat.”
“I can read the headlines now—WANTED: TWO ADORABLY SEXY COLLEGE GIRLS STEAL BABY GOAT.”
I raise a brow at her. “Adorably sexy?”
“What?” She shrugs. “It’s not a lie.”
“Anyway, I was thinking after Caleb stopped by—”
“Which I am still pissed about missing, by the way.”
I received an earful yesterday about not waking her up before, during, and after, but only because she was desperate to get in on the slapping Shep action too.
Luckily, she was already running late from class and I was passed out by the time she came home last night, so I didn’t have to hear about it again.
This morning though? She ripped into me again.
I wave her off. “Yeah, yeah. So I was thinking, we should steal Marshmallow. Then Zach wouldhaveto see me and we’dhaveto talk.”
“I want to repeat my earlier question, but I think you’d throw something at me if I did.”
“I am being dead serious right now, Zoe, and if you don’t want in on stealing the goat, I’ll get Caleb to help me.”
“Oh, hell no. There’s no way I’m missing out on you stealing a goat, you nut.”
“So you’re in?”
“I’m in,” she says. “But we need a plan first.”
“Already one step ahead of you. You’ll knock on the door and plead with Zach, pretending to be a helpless stranger with a broken-down car. I’ll sneak around back and climb through the window in Marshmallow’s room.”
“A few things. One, the goat has his own room?” I nod. “Why?”
