The doors lock as she walks over to us again.
“Twitch! Open the door,” she warns, with a hint of amusement in her voice.
I lean forward in my seat to get a better view of their bickering.
His window slides down. “Yes, Elena, how can I help you?” Smug and oh so cheeky!
“Let me in the truck.”
“Hmm . . . it depends.”
“On what?” she asks with suspicion in her voice.
“If you’re going to tell Axle or anyone else where my chocolate is.”
There’s silence.
“Okay, fine . . . I won’t.”
“You won’t what?”
“I won’t tell Axle or anyone else where your stash is.”
The doors unlock.
“Well, hurry up, then. I don’t have all day.”
* * *
The shopping was uneventful. Twitch was in surveillance mode, scanning every store we went to.
As we drive back into the driveway, my eyes skim the clubhouse. Th
