Eighteen
Jonas pulled the boat key and the cord for the dinghy out of his pocket and held them up in front of his face. “Promise me. When I call, you will come to pick us up. Eivind. Promise me.”
“Yes, I promise.”
“You will keep your phone on, plug it in when you get home, and make sure the ringer is on. PROMISE.” Jonas turned to me. “Lila, promise.”
I raised my right hand. “I solemnly swear I will not let rooting with Eivind strand you on land. This is not a mutiny.”
Jonas rolled his eyes but handed the keys over to Eivind. “Move, move, move!” Eivind whisper-shouted like a commando as he guided me back into the stairwell.
We didn’t make it more than half a flight down when Eivind pulled me against the wall and kissed my neck again.
“Eivind, honey, focus.” I pulled his face away fro
