Chapter 23: Loco Parentis
Paul’s POV.
“We need to talk about tonight,” I say. My voice is loud in the quiet, still apartment.
We didn’t say anything about the fight in Mo’s car on the way back from the fight. The hour was late when it was finally safe for all of us to go our separate ways. The sun was beginning to crest over the skyline.
“Do you need ice?” Eleanor asked, not waiting for my response before she slipped out of bed, padding her way over to the kitchen. “I’ll get you ice.”
There were valid reasons. Reasons I had lied to myself why I had pushed off discussing the consequences of the night before. The fact that Matteo Mancini possibly spotted Eleanor complicated our situation more than both of us really understood. But like a runaway train, we could only avoid it for so long before it came crashing in on us.
“We have to discuss last night, Eleanor,” I say with more sincerity as I watched her silently walk back toward me.