“Wait.” Logan had opened the door, but he shut it. “What is going on?”
“Just grab him. We’ll figure it out as we go.” I leaned over and shoved him out. He sighed, shaking his head, but went inside. I sent Nate a quick text, telling him Logan was there to get him. I didn’t say anything else, but it was then I saw the missed call from our dad. I was calling my voicemail when Nate texted back, K. Be out soon. Then I heard my dad’s voice, “Mason, I know you’ve met Analise before, but I would like for you and Logan to officially meet her.” He paused. “Please be polite this time. She’ll be staying at the house the whole weekend. Again, I am aware that you don’t like her, but this one is different. We’d like to have dinner brought in tonight. I know this is short notice, but what are you and Logan doing tonight? Could you please come home and spend an hour with us? It would mean a lot to me.”
I tossed the phone as anger rolled over me. He wanted me to play nice? He wanted Logan to meet her now? She’d be at the house the whole weekend? When Logan and Nate came out, they both took one look at me and grew cautious.
Logan got in the front seat. “What’s wrong?”
“Dad wants us to meet her.”
His eyebrows shot up.
Nate said from the back, “Whoa.”
“That bitch you told me about?”
I nodded, my jaw was clenched tight. “Yeah.”
“She’s married.”
“I know.”
Nate said again, “Whoa.” He leaned forward and his head popped in the space between our seats. “This is the one you caught him with at the house?”
I nodded. I couldn’t talk. I was so pissed.
He glanced at Logan. “You’ve never met her?”
He shook his head, watching me the whole time. I felt his own tension as he continued to wait for what I was going to do.
Nate asked again, “How do you know she’s married?”
Logan smirked at him. “We googled her. Mason knew her name and get this, her husband’s the football coach at Academy.”
“For real? No way.”
“She’s got a kid too.” Logan looked back at me, and we shared a look. A kid was a weakness. It was one we could exploit.
I frowned, knowing what he was thinking.
Nate looked in between us. “What are you guys thinking? You’re doing the silent conversation thing again.”
I shook my head. I said to Logan, “I don’t know. We don’t know who she is.”
“Wouldn’t be hard to find out, just ask a couple people.”
“It’s a daughter? Your dad’s married girlfriend has a daughter?” Nate kept looking between us. “I’m playing catch-up here. You never told me that before.”
I said to him, “Because we don’t know how old the daughter is.”
“She’s in my grade,” Logan informed us. We both turned to him. He had been watching me the whole time. “I don’t know what she looks like, but I asked Decraw and he told me.”
“Who’s Decraw?”
I told Nate, “Mark Decraw. He played league baseball with Logan this summer.”
He asked Logan, “He didn’t tell you what she looked like or a name?”
“It was in passing, but he said she was in his grade. I didn’t have time to question him about anything else and I forgot to later.”
“Well, whatever she is, we can’t do anything about her now.” I started the engine and turned around.
Nate leaned back, asking, “So what are we doing again?”
I glanced at Logan. He understood. James would be at the house the entire weekend. She would be there with him and they expected us to act like good little boys? We weren’t going home this weekend. As if reading my mind, Logan nodded, giving me the go-ahead. Then he flashed me a grin. “I’ve always wanted to steal a cop car.”
“Wait. What?” Nate shot forward again.
I returned my brother’s grin. “You could be the decoy. They’ll get out, I’ll rush in and take the car.”
Logan nodded. His wheels were turning and his eyes lit up. “I’ll be naked. They’ll get out, thinking I’m drunk. They won’t draw their weapons and then I’ll take off through the alley.”
“No, wait. You have to stumble to the alley so they will follow you. I’ll get the car then.”
He nodded. “As soon as I’m in the alley, I’ll take off. You better f**king pick me up on the other side.”
“I will.”
Nate groaned from behind us, “Oh my god, you guys. My parents are going to flip out. I can’t get arrested. They’ll move. I’m telling you right now. They hate you, Mason, and with this last thing, if you get me arrested, it’s over. I’m out of here. I just know it.”
As I turned towards the main street, where we knew the cops lingered, I told him, “You can take this car and just meet us later. You don't have to be a part of it.”
He groaned, shaking his head back and forth. “You don’t get it. I’m here. There’s no way I can’t not go with you guys.” A resolved look came over him. “I’m all in with you guys.”
“All-for-one-and-one-for-all type of shit?” Logan grinned back at him.