PADDED UP AND CLOTHED, I opened Josh’s bedroom door to find a dressed Ethan leaning against the doorframe.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“Good. Let’s go.” As he took my arm, he angled his body in front of mine, leading me down the stairs. He halted at the bottom. “Wait here.”
“Sure, Ug.”
He shook his head, as he trailed off down the hall to the kitchen. When he returned, he held the Porsche keys. Ethan stepped to the front door, stuck his head out before he drew his body back in and faced me. “Stay behind me this time.”
I scowled. “Why?”
“Please.” He sighed. “Just do it, okay?”
He didn’t seem his usual self. His vigilant scour of the driveway on our walk to the Porsche bothered me, too.
He pulled open the passenger door and shoved me inside.
“Hey,” I said, pushing him off.
He shut t
