“What the hell is he doing here?” João asked, sliding into the backseat behind Landon.
I pulled off the curb in the middle of nowhere—because he hadn’t wanted me to meet him at his house, where he had brought Ana earlier—and merged back onto the main road. “Did you want to spend another date night with me, João? How cute.”
João rolled his eyes and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one up and puffing on it. “I don’t f*****g like you that much.” He glared out the window, jaw twitching, as if he wanted to say more but refused. “Get it out of your head.”
Ignoring him, I continued to drive aimlessly through Redwood.
“How’s Ana?” I asked, glancing in the rearview mirror at João. “Is she safe?”
“She’s with Vera,” João said.
“Vera?”
“Vera Rodriguez. Nerd. Hangs out wit
