Page 56 of Army
Everything blurred around her, and the only thing she could hear was her mumbling voice echoing in her head. “The Night Rebels?”
“Yeah. Are you okay? … Mia?”
Army’s voice cut through the thickness and slowly brought her back to the moment. “Huh…? Oh … I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”
“You seem a little weird. Can you drive home all right?”
Home. I have to get there. Now.“I’m good. I’ll see you around.”
“Wait. What about dinner tomorrow night, and not with the gang at that place you get dinner in a bowl or a glass.”
“I’m guessing Berriegood isn’t one of your favorite restaurants.” She smiled weakly as her heart raced. “I think tomorrow’s good. I don’t know.”
He chuckled. “You are tired, babe. We can talk about it in the morning.” He pulled her toward him and gave her a deep kiss, then got out of the car. “Drive carefully, and text me when you’re inside the house with the alarm on,” he said before closing the door.
“Will do.” Then she drove away. Her temples pounded. Her body trembled.
Army’s Vic’s enemy. Satan’s Pistons hate the Night Rebels. I’ve heard this for years. What the hell am I going to do?
Tears welled up in her eyes as she headed home.
