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how you repay us?”
    “So I’m supposed to owe you?” Boyd’s lip curled.
    “You are supposed to respect us!”
    “Respect is earned.”
    I thought Mr. Lawrence would have a heart attack then and there. His face turned all weird shades of red and pink and a bit of purple. It was enough to make even me worry. Instead of yelling again like I would have, Mr. Lawrence closed his eyes and took a big deep breath. “Maybe we made you entitled.” He said much more calmly. It wouldn’t last long…
    “Don’t kid yourself, Dad. You’re no saint.” Boyd scoffed in his normal way, but I noticed something else. Something I had never seen before in Boyd. His shoulders slumped when he talked, and his voice… it sounded a bit like a whipped puppy. Could that mean that the great and psychotic Boyd Lawrence actually had a conscience? That what his father said to him was actually creeping in somewhere?
    Probably too much to hope.
    Then again, I didn’t really care what Boyd thought, and I sure didn’t care about his feelings. When we got out of there and I could walk again, I’d kick his butt. And then it would take everything I had in me not to kill him.
    He deserved it.
    Instead of trading more insults with his son like my mom would have, Mr. Lawrence returned to our breakfast and placed some more slices of Heaven on a plate. “The rain isn’t going to let up. You heard the radio. In a few hours—if we are lucky, it’ll wait till tomorrow noon—the waters from the creek will be around the cabin. There is no way to stop it. It is just the way it is. The jeep is totaled. There is no way to get you two out of here, but we need help. I need to get you help.”
    I laid my head against the wall so hard the room spun for a second or two. All this time, I had assumed—I had hoped that a rescue team would, I don’t know, miraculously drop from the sky and find our cabin. It wasn’t like we were in the dark ages. We were in Tennessee. In the twenty-first century. People found people. That was the way things went.
    So, in my mind I just assumed we’d be safe and wait for help. I never thought about Mr. Lawrence leaving us, leaving me with his psycho son. The one person in the world I wanted to murder with my bare hands.
    Mr. Lawrence must have been very desperate.
    Then again, I needed to get out of there. Quick. Knowing Sloan, she probably thought I was hurt really bad—which I was, but still—or worse.
    I needed her. I needed Ray.
    I needed out!
    The thought of her suffering made my stomach knot, and I threw my arms over my eyes to calm myself down. Breathe in… breathe out… I used to do that when I was a child and my mom had some guy at our house. I’d lie in my bed with my arms over my eyes and imagine I was somewhere else. Somewhere away from the yelling and screaming and glass breaking.
    Now I wanted the opposite. I wanted to be home. I wanted to be with Sloan. I wanted to kiss her.
    And I wanted to hug Ray and make sure he was alright.
    Last I’d seen him— it wasn’t good.
    Gritting my teeth, I knew I needed to stay calm. It would all work out, one way or the other. So while I didn’t want Mr. Lawrence to leave, I sort of understood it. If it kept raining like it was now, not only would the flood water get around the cabin, it would get in the cabin. That would be bad for so many reasons.
    “You want to leave me alone… here… with Aaron?” Apparently Boyd thought the same thing. “He hates me.”
    “With good reason.” I reminded him ever so helpfully.
    “Oh, shut up.”
    “Make me.” My arm slid down to my side, and I glared at the idiot across the room from me. “Get yourself up, walk over here, and make me shut up.”
    “Like you could run.”
    “Like you could find me.”
    “Give me time, Hunter.” Boyd scooted toward the end of the bench. Holy cow! He was actually going to come over there and come after me. I think I snorted. “Just give me time.”
    “Okay, good. I’ll take a nap while