Chapter 7The date had ended with a chaste and oh-so-chaperoned kiss. Ho-f*****g-hum. Back in our hotel room, Curtis and Justine were already fast asleep. A whole field of crickets couldn’t have drowned out the snoring coming from the other bed. Matty and I were on our side of things, once again face to face.
He put his index finger over his lips and pointed at Curtis. Meaning, I had to be careful what I said. If Curtis was now an unsuspecting spy, even while sleeping, it wasn’t safe for us. Loose lips sinking ships, and all. And I for one didn’t want to be a crewman on the S.S. Bobby Ray.
“It’s going to be dangerous,” he said as quietly as he could. “If we get in.”
I nodded. “It’ll be dangerous if we don’t get in,” I replied. “People fall off the wagon, Matty. Not saying I will, but you
