“Were you redecorating again?” she demands. “God’s sake, Coco.”
“I wasn’t. And redecorating is a ritual.”
“Of course it is.” She sighs. “Dark magic? Voodoo?”
“Look, I’m a ten, definitely, but I’d have been burned at the stake in the Middle Ages.”
“Only the Middle Ages?” she quips.
“You’re right, last century too.”
She giggles.
I grin.
“You’re incorrigible,” she says.
“I missed you,” I confess. “What’s going on? Why did you disappear?”
“Long story.”
I lean back against my pile of cushions. “I happen to have some time on my hands.”
“Well…” She clears her throat. “I met someone.”
“I am shook.” I snort. “Okay, not really, but do tell. Is it a pack?”
“Yes.”
“The Sexton Pack, by any chance?”
She sucks in a breath. “Who told you?”
“A little bird. Why is it such a mystery?”
“Because… I don’t know what I’m doing,” she blurts out, “and I haven’t decided yet, and I’m staying away from everyone until I decide.”
“… okay,” I say after waiting for more and getting nothing. “Is it something dangerous you got yourself into, woman? If so, you have to tell me.”
“I… don’t think so.”
I sit up. “June. That’s far from reassuring. What the hell? Where are you?”
“I have to go now. Talk another time?”
“Wait, June?—”
She disconnects. I stare at my phone.
She disconnected on me. Good God. I hope she knows what she’s doing. I need to talk with Sawyer and Gigi about this. Not Bee, I decide. I don’t want to scare her. But someone.
We have to find out what’s happening with June.
Just then, I hear a knock on my door.
It’s kind of early for Zach, and I haven’t received a text from him, but I know what expects me outside.
Wondering if today it will be a bunch of roses or a single one, what he might have written in the little note, and whether this time he’s right there, waiting for me, I go to open.
