19

TEAGAN’S ON THE PHONE WITH Rebel and I’m driving Alissa’s Toyota. She’s asleep in the backseat. Apparently, being carjacked is exhausting work for a pregnant person. I keep checking her in the rearview mirror to be sure she’s still breathing. So far, so good.

Teagan hangs up her phone and drops it into her purse.

“What’d he say?” I ask, glancing at her before going back to looking out the windshield.

“He says she can stay with us until we figure something out.”

I grin. “Sweetness. Now we just need to figure out how I can wrangle a spot in the apartment for myself and we can live together as one big happy family.”

Teagan is looking at me, but I just keep my eyes on the road. I don’t want her making me get all gooey.

“You don’t mean that,” she says.

“Nah.” I play it off. “I’m cool with the ‘rents. Who’s going to keep Jersey off the cat turds if I move out?”

“He’d be fine without you,” Teagan says, censure in her voice. “He’s not your responsibility.”

“Anyway, what is the plan for her?”