She waved at me to come down. I threw a pinecone at her shoulder in response. “Rexroth.” What? her quirked eyebrow said. She could tell me a thousand things with her eyebrows alone, this girl. Sometimes I wanted to shave them off just to spite her. “I always get even. Remember that, cool?” Cool, her eye roll huffed. “Now, come up.” She motioned toward my bike, stomping her foot. “Leave the stupid bike.”
