“What?”
Quill looks indignant. “Why the heck not?!”
Jesse just smirks. “Well, we’re going to need a lookout, won’t we?”
I look between the two of them, unable to figure out what their problem is. Annoyed, I look at Jesse. “This isn’t the time for some pissing contest. We need all hands on deck and that’s just us three. And I don’t want to waste time while Beth might be in trouble.”
Jesse scowls. “Fine. Go wait by the trees and don’t make a sound.”
Quill opens his mouth, clearly annoyed at the authoritative tone, but luckily, he keeps his mouth shut. As we head over to the trees and wait, Jesse doesn’t take long. He is back with flashlights and a sweater.
“Put your hands up,” he orders and without thinking, I do so. He immediately tugs the sweater down over my head and arms, adding,
