Chapter 20

“Lame. Lame lame lame lame.”

Kitty leans against the hood of the black Jeep parked at the Forest Park entrance.

“I don’t have the car keys,” she says. “They’re at the cabin.”

No surprise there, after Kitty and I practically ran away from the cabin without warning, Kitty in nothing but a silk nightgown and her slippers.

I look back in the direction of the forest. It’s at least a forty-minute walk back to the cabin, and after our grand exit in front of Felix and Alastaire, I’d feel really stupid going back.

“Let’s go to my house,” I say. “You can borrow some of my clothes. And we can probably take my mom’s car or something.”

“No,” says Kitty firmly. “There’s no time for dealing with the parentals. Let’s just go straight into town. It’s just a few minute’s walk right?”

“But you’re wearing a dressing gown,” I say, noticing how the red silky fabric ends just inches below her crotch. “And slippers.”

She looks like a porn star. A high-class porn star, but still.