DENVER.
Moments later, Purple, Rick, and the rest of the crew were inside, talking and making jabs at each other. Zee and I stayed out on the porch steps. It was peaceful having her shoulder near mine.
I didn’t say much. Didn’t have to.
But of course, she poked.
“What’s going on in that big scary head of yours?” she asked, nudging my knee.
I shook my head, smirking. “I just—okay. Don’t laugh.”
She raised a brow. “You know you can’t say something funny and expect me not to laugh.”
I looked toward the window, then back at her. “Your dad. I knew he looked familiar the first time I saw him with Purple.”
She leaned in. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I thought maybe he was from the streets. Or some old rival. How he looked at me at the club—I thought he knew me. Like, really knew me.”
She frowned. “Ok
