“Shut it,” Nix warned with a huff. Talk about boys and their toys.
“You good, Molly?” Harper suddenly said, sticking her head out of the window.
“Yeah. Fine. You?”
“Yes,” she squeaked.
“So, tell her then,” Phoenix said, pushing off the truck and dragging open the door.
“Bethany made it official,” she said, jumping down and shooting Nix a dirty look. “God, that feels good,” Harper added, stretching her legs. “I’m on permanent foster with the Sawyers.”
“That’s great news, Harper.”
She then started stretching out all her muscles.
I felt so pleased for her but before I could say anything else, the big guy butted in.
“We’ve been in the car a half an hour, Harper. You’re such a pussy,” Nix muttered grumpily before going to sit on the wall beside us.
“Says the guy who was complaining about space the entire journey,” Reed snorted.
Phoenix grunted. “I have to bend myself in half to fit in the back of your car, jackass.”
“You should have called shotgun sooner,” Micah mumbled.
“Fucking stupid hair stylist’s car,” Nix added, waving towards the Jeep.
I didn’t hear how Reed retaliated to the belittling of his wheels. I knew boys took that shit seriously. I grabbed Harper’s arm and moved to the side. “So, you must feel better about that. You can settle. No more talks of you know what?”
“Yeah, I suppose so.”
“Speak up, we can’t hear you if you whisper,” Phoenix grunted moodily.
“That’s kind of the point,” Harper bit back.
“Save me from fucking bitches.”
“What about living with four smelly boys?”
“I heard that,” Micah stated, lifting his arms and sniffing.
Harper smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Living with these punks isn’t so bad.”
“Really? Even Phoenix?” I whispered.
“I’m right here, you know,” the man himself huffed, stretching his long legs out in front of his body.
“Jury’s out on that one,” Harper replied with a grin.
After around twenty minutes, Hudson appeared carrying a small archive box. It didn’t appear overly heavy, although the guy had muscle upon muscle, so he was probably just making it look easy.
“You good man?” Reed said, moving towards him.
“Yeah.”
We all exchanged a look. It was clear he wasn’t. As he put the box in the back of his truck, the brothers fist bumped, embraced, and pounded each other on the backs, proper guy support and all that.
The drive back was steady, and the sun had started to set.
