Chapter 39: Not great odds

“I need to scout things out.” I repeat to both onyx and Ty, who look at me like I’m speaking a foreign language. “You know…like sneak around and spy a little…”

“No.” Ty says with a half laugh as he looks at Onyx, who says nothing. His eyes remain focused on me, waiting to see if I might burst into dance and song or something.

“Someone needs to, and I’m the best option.” I reiterate. “Listen, just two days ago you guys were both all ‘Yay Tilly has a plan’ and now I’m getting the stink eye from tall, broody and handsome and a quick nope from Mr. Buzz kill.”

I cross my arms over my chest, tapping my foot impatiently. It’s getting tiring waiting for approval from two stubborn men. Though Onyx has been more apt to give into my demands. I’m not sure it’s coming from a place of trust, maybe more of a ‘I’m trying hard to support you’ stand point. But both benefit me. Usually.

“I’ll do it.” Ty offers. Onyx seems to wake from his stupor as he looks to his side and snorts at Ty.

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