“What the f**k?” Cross leaned forward, peering ahead.
It was Taz. We watched as she got out, opened the back door, and pulled out a pink tote filled with papers and other items.
“What is she doing?” I groaned.
“Are those stuffed animals?”
Cross was asking me. I had no clue. I shrugged, and as if we had rehearsed our move, we both reached for our door handle at the same time. We got out on opposite sides of my Jeep just as she walked past. Seeing us, Taz jumped and shrieked, and half of the tote’s contents fell to the ground.
“AGH!” She glared at us for a heartbeat before bending down to scoop up the things. “What are you doing here?! I almost had a heart attack. Announce yourself. Let me know when you’re in…” Her hand thrust out, but then she looked, and her voice faded. “When you’re
