“You’re supposed to be finding me. This is cheating.” “What is going on? Are you okay?” “What? Yeah, why?” I groan, slumping back in the seat. “Ronan texted me SOS! I thought you were hurt.” Ronan mutters, “It was the only way to get you outside.” I turn to him, taking a long time to register what he just said. “It’s because…I have a job? I can’t jus-s-st leave??” “You just did,” Ronan says. “Okay. Turn around.” “Nope. Finders keepers. I found you, I’m keeping you. Or however the rules go.” Ronan grins at me. “Hang up. You’re cheating.”
