22
Shea pulled into her garage and helped Annie off the back of the bike.
As the two of them pulled off their helmets, Shea said, “Listen, Doodlebug, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell Jessica about seeing Labrys, all right?”
“Why not?”
Shea fussed with her jacket zipper that refused to release. “Well, I don’t want her to worry.” She jerked the edge of the jacket and the zipper let loose.
“Why was she all beat up? Did you hit her?”
Shea felt like she’d been sucker punched for the second time in as many hours. “No, I would never do that.” Though there had been times in the past she had wanted to. “Some guys roughed her up a little, but I made them stop. It’s no big deal.” Close enough to the truth.
“Looked like someone hit her.”
Shea hung their helmets from hooks mounted on the wa
