“Guy? What did he look like?” He frowns.
“Jesus, he was obviously hiding his identity. I have no idea what he looked like. Can I go now?”
“Did he say anything?” he pushes.
“Seriously?”
Chase glares.
“What were you doing out in our woods, anyway?” Nate asks.
Our.
That’s why I always stayed to the edge. Not getting too close. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I didn’t care.
“Chilling.”
Chase glares. “You have a concussion. You need to be monitored. You’ll stay here.” He stands, making his way from the room.
“No way. I’m going home.” Standing, I take two steps, but his words stop me.
“Home? To that piece of shit trailer your mom is probably getting railed in as we speak? Or to the tree inourwoods that you spend most nights at?”
“You knew?” I gasp.
He doesn’t say another word, leaving the room.
“Of course we knew.” Nate comes to stand beside me. “These are our woods. We know everything that goes on here.”
“You didn’t know about the guy stalking you,” I spit out.
He glares at me. “Can you say for sure we didn’t know what he was doing?” he says, making me pause.
Good one, Willow. You got yourself involved, and they didn’t even need your help.
Instead of answering his question, I change the subject. “I can take care of myself.”
He rests his arm over my shoulder. “Of course you can.” I don’t miss the sarcasm in his voice. “Let me take care of you for one night. No one has to know. It’s warmer in here than out there, and I’m ordering dinner. What do you want?”
“I’m not hungry. I already ate.”
“Sure, Willow. Lie to me all you want. It’s not hurting me any.”
He pulls out his phone, calling in an order to the local pizza place.
I’m eyeing the place, looking for an escape route, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me for even a second.
When he’s done, he hangs up the phone, moving toward the hallways.
“Chase, I’m going to get food. You want to keep Willow company?” he calls down the hall, peering over his shoulder at me.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” I tell him, hoping he leaves so I can get out of here.
“Sure, and your eyes are not scanning for a way out. I might not have a four-point-oh GPA like you, but I’m not an idiot either.”
Chase steps into the living room before I can respond.
“Here.” He holds out his hand.
