I saw Teddy come through the slider in my peripheral, but I still had my eyes on Emmy as she gave Wes a hug. When I pulled my eyes away from her, I noticed Teddy staring at me with a smug look on her face. This was the second time she’d caught me staring where I shouldn’t be staring: right at Emmy. “Hey, Brooks,” Teddy said. Her tone was amused. “Teddy.” I nodded at her. “You look nice,” she remarked. “Any particular reason you’ve chosen to forego the ratty-ass t-shirt and hat you’re so fond of?” Ruthless. Teddy was ruthless.
