Chapter Twenty-Seven
Josh laid sprawled out on the bed, still in his boxer briefs gazing at me, smiling like a kid who had just got into a bowl of candy. “You’re awesome,” he said.
I raised my pointer finger to my lips. “Shhh,” I hushed him as I slowly opened the door and peered out. I stretched my head out to the hallway to listen for evidence if Chrys was home yet. Josh shot up in the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Hush,” I said in a loud whisper as I headed into the hallway. I tiptoed back to the closet, got the shoebox labeled Mom, and brought it into the room. I gently shut the door and sat down on the bed with my legs crossed and the box in front of me. Josh looked down at the box and then up at me, a look of shock on his face.
“What are you doing?” he whispered loudly. “
