Alex sat with Harley curled into her side, in the back of Harper's car. Harper had found them, Harley tugging at Alex's door, Alex's head bleeding, she'd hit it on something when they'd hit the tree. Harley, thank god, had not a scratch on her. Alex wished she knew who it was that jumped out at them, who'd left them alone. She had a few choice words for them when they found them. And she had the utmost confidence they would.
"Are you okay?" Harper asked. "You took quite a hit to the head there." Harper pointed to the side of her own head. "Looks painful."
"It is, hurts like hell. I'm just glad this one is okay." She hugged Harley closer.
"Yeah," Harper said.
"How did you find us? Weren't you supposed to be on a date?"
"I was, I messed up," Harper admitted. Harper met her eyes in
