“Fallon!” I turn my head. There’s Tripp and his damn water bottle. Hydrate. He’s as bad as Dakota and her worrying. Face red, he hustles up to me, wiggles his brows. “One more for the road?” I scoff and reach for the water bottle. “You’re such a nag.” “You know me, I take care of you.” He laughs. “Hell, I gotta pull my weight. You think I want to go back to Resurrection?”
