I didn’t tell Phil.
“Theo.”
Tapping, eyes averted, I could feel him watching me.
He was frowning.
Upset.
“What’s the plan?” A whisper. A question I can’t answer.
You see, Phil isn’t built like me.
We’re not the same.
“Hey.” A nudge, his knee bumping mine.
I bit my lip, thinking. He’ll be . . . upset, right? More than upset if I don’t give him a decent response. But that doesn't change the fact that I can’t tell him.
Won’t.
He’ll freak out if he finds out I plan on breaking into Shawn’s house.
He’ll freak out and—
His hand slapped down over mine to stop my tapping, making me jump.
Turning finally, I found him glaring up at me. Stubborn. Serious. “The plan, Theodore.” A hiss. Such a pointed glare, intense.
