Chapter Seventeen
Beaming on Hydrogen
Hector drove me home. He’d offered to call ahead to tell Felicia, but I told him no. He gave me an odd look, but he didn’t push it. No big brotherly advice this time. He obviously knew more about her than I did at this point. He wasn’t telling, and I was afraid to ask. I didn’t tell him I had no house key, and if she wasn’t home or was away on some extended trip, I supposed I’d just live out my life on a lawn chair waiting for her to come back. She’d done as much for me.
Didn’t she?
If I didn’t find the spare key in the flowerpot by the front door, it would be my first clue she didn’t expect me back. As the thought occurred, I knew exactly why I didn’t want to phone ahead. Maybe I’d catch her in the act with Todd. I’d still feel like a jerk for let
