Ty emerges from his room. He gauges the situation, fetches my pool tote off the floor, hooks his arm around my waist, and peels me away from Wells. “Time to go, Freckles,” he says as he picks me up and carries me to the door. I keep my eyes on Wells the entire time. “So we’re clear, that conversation, regarding the unorthodox way of completing our business transaction, was a onetime offer. No worries about me complicating things again.” The door slams behind us with an exasperated sigh from Ty when he sets me down.
