Page 144 of Secret Obsession
“Seriously?” I snap.
“Willow.” Aspen glances back. “Do you trust your best friend in the whole wide world?”
I cross my arms and huff. “I mean, at this present moment? Not in the slightest.”
Violet rolls her eyes. I catch it in the rearview mirror and stick my tongue out at her in response. Childish, maybe, but come on. What are we doing here?
She parks and cranes around. “You don’t want to be here, then? Is that it?”
I stare at her. “Um… yeah, that’s it. I want to go back to Crown Point and—”
“And stay at my house, pretending Miles doesn’t exist?” Violet interrupts. “Okay, fine. If you don’t want to see what we’re doing here, get out of the car.”
“Fine, I will.” I yank on the door handle, but it doesn’t budge. I glare at her. “Unlock it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she replies, hitting the button.
Iseeit unlock, and yet, the door still doesn’t fucking open.
“Oh, you do want to find out?” Violet turns back around in her seat. “Great.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Did you put the child lock on it or something?” I shove at the door, then try for the window. It doesn’t freaking go down either.
Violet drives around the arena and flicks her blinker on at a random time. There aren’t any side streets here.
I finally stop jerking on the handle and face forward, watching her turn toward a huge garage door. She honks twice, and it slowly rolls up. We wait in silence, and I let my confusion show on my face.
I mean, who the hell does she know who will let her drive into the arena?
She parks in what seems to be a garage with an interior loading dock and a few Zambonis along the wall, facing another opening that is slanted upward.
“Violet,” I murmur.
“Hush. Do me a favor, Willow, and just… don’t think too much.” She shuts off the car and climbs out, slamming her door.
Aspen follows suit.
I wait for them to open my door, but neither do. Instead, they meet at the back of the car and walk away. Keys in hand.
She’s got to be kidding me.
The garage door closes around them, and I’m left in the dark.
“What the fuck, guys?” I yell.
I fall back against the seat and stare out the front windshield. Part of me is in shock. Another part is intrigued. Because my best friend isn’t inherently mean, not to me. She wouldn’t just abandon me here for the sake of a laugh.
She’s definitely getting the biggest surprise party of her life—her least favorite thing—in retaliation, though.
“Just breathe,” I murmur to myself.
I’m not going anywhere.
The very rational side of me insists I could climb into the front seat and go out that way, but the curious side just wants to wait it out.
And sure enough, moments later, someone holding a swinging flashlight comes down the ramp and directly toward the car. I raise my hand and squint when the light is shined at my window, hitting my face.
The door opens, allowing a rush of cool air into the warm car, and my ‘savior’ leans down into the open space.
