Cross grinned as we parked at school. “Look. We have a greeting party.”
Taz, Sunday, and Tabatha were all standing on the curb, backpacks on, purses in hand, and the school in their background. Students milled behind them on the sidewalk.
We parked across the lot, and as soon as we got out, the girls headed over to meet us halfway.
“Finally!” Taz exclaimed, skewering us with a heated look. “We’ve been waiting for thirty minutes, and that’s thirty minutes we’ll never get back—”
Tabatha settled a hand on Taz’s shoulder, a calming smile on her face, “She’s had three espressos this morning.”
“But she’s not wrong,” Sunday muttered, turning away from us and glancing across the lot.
Following her gaze, I saw the rest of their friends, including Lila and the other girl from Frisco who had jo
