“Maybe we’ve been texting and calling.”
“Maybe.” Tess looked out at the parking lot. Her voice was flat when she asked, “You’re going to hightail it out of here now, aren’t you.”
“Eventually,” he said. “But not yet.”
She looked over at him, her eyes too shiny. “Not yet?” She sniffed. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” He was surprised by her show of emotion, and also concerned. It wasn’t like a Cutler to be anything other than “perfectly fine.” “It’ll be another few weeks before I’m fully recovered, and you know Mom wants me to stay until their anniversary party.” She still hadn’t told him what she’d called him up to Tahoe for in the first place, insisting it was nothing for him to worry about while he was recovering. “What’s going on, Tess?”
“Nothing.”
“Try again.”
She sighed. “I didn’t tell Mom and Dad, but Cal and I didn’t have a prenup.” She drew a deep breath. “He took all the money out of our accounts before he ran off to Bali with the babysitter.”
“What the—” He scrubbed a hand down his face. His anger wasn’t going to help her. “What did the police say?”
“Turns out that neither screwing the babysitter nor taking money out of joint accounts is illegal.”
Maybe not, but Levi would like to have a minute alone with Cal to teach him a little respect. With his fist to the guy’s face. Since that was not the reaction Tess needed, he kept it to himself. But the money thing, that he could do something about. “I could help—”
“No. I don’t want your money. I want my own life back.” Angrily she swiped a few tears from her cheeks. Then she gripped the steering wheel tight and leaned in closer to the windshield to eyeball the car cutting in front of her in the roundabout. “Hey! Asshole!” she yelled, punctuating each syllable with her horn. “I have the right of way!” Then she took the roundabout on two wheels.
“Maybe I should drive.”
“I’m fine!”
“Yeah, I can see that—” He winced. “There’s another car coming—”
“I have the right of way!” She sped up, and when the second car honked at her, Tess told him he was number one. With her middle finger.
Five minutes later, she whipped into the parking lot of Cutler Sporting Goods. Levi let out a relieved breath and uncurled his fingers from the dashboard. Look at him. He’d survived a blizzard and his sister’s driving.
“I’ve got to get to work,” she said. “I’ll get a ride home with Mom or Dad. Take my car and go rest.”
“You’re picking up a lot of hours.”
She shrugged. “I’m taking on extra shifts when I can fit them in between Peyton’s dance classes or when she’s at a friend’s house.”
“Saving up to move out?”
“To fund my depression drugs.”
“Tess,” he said quietly.
“It was a joke. Well, sort of. I am eating a lot of barbecue-flavored potato chips. Supposedly not habit forming, though, so no worries.”
When Tess got out of the car, Levi moved into the driver’s seat. Funny how adrift he’d felt while being unable to drive, how out of control. Felt good to be in charge of his destiny again.
He ran two quick errands, stopping for a pizza and then at the Cake Walk for a specialty cupcake. He took the pizza to the hospital and asked for Mateo.
His oldest friend appeared at the front desk five minutes later, looking surprised to see Levi. “You okay?”