Chapter 8
The relief that filled me was overwhelming. I nearly broke into tears with the proof that Max was okay. And that my fears of him being a thief were unfounded. He really might be one of the good ones. Like Xander, Connor, and the others.
I wondered how Connor had gotten so many pizzas delivered so quickly and jumped up to help the guys set the boxes down on the coffee table in the area we’d been sitting.
Connor turned to Max and clapped him on the back. “This is awesome. Thanks, man, seriously.”
I looked between them, more confused than I should have been, and tried to understand what was going on. “You bought these?” I asked Max.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I figured you would all be hungry. The little bit I heard of your phone calls I realized you were getting in touch with seven
