Chapter 15
I closed my eyes and spread out over the swing, letting myself drift off to the swing’s lulling sway.
I didn’t have any idea how much time had passed when I heard the sliding-glass door open and close. I’d been sort of in a haze for a while. For a moment I thought it was maybe Mom or Raine, even, but then the scent of smoke hit my nostrils.
“Do you have to smoke around me?” I asked, not bothering to open my eyes.
“Can’t smoke in the house,” Zach replied.
“Go out…there.” I waved unseeingly toward the rest of the yard.
“Fine.”
The smoke went away as he moved farther into the backyard. I opened my eyes and straightened, watching as he puffed on his cigarette.
“Thought you were going to give that up.”
“When did I say that?”
“Four or five billion times.” I crossed my arms. “Where were you?”