The next morning, the sky was gray, and the window fogged with rain.
The alarm clock hadn’t gone off.
And the dog was barking downstairs.
A little panicked, Liam pried himself loose from the blankets. A million prickly ants were marching through his left arm. Kieran must have slept on it. “Don’t move,” Liam whispered. “Don’t make a sound.” He stood and quickly pulled his pants on. “Shit.”
Kieran rubbed his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Liam pushed a finger to his own lips. “Quiet.” He found his black shirt and slipped it on in haste. Didn’t bother with the buttons. “Not one sound, okay?” he repeated, going to the window to check the driveway.
Kieran yawned. “Why’s Faulkner barking like that?”
“Because my brother’s truck is in the driveway.”
“Your brother doesn’t own a phone?”
Liam shot Ki
