The Year I Became Isabella Anders (Sunnyvale, #1)(52)

My gaze slides to Kai and he shrugs, like what? I want to ask him so many questions, starting with how he knows a hacker, but I’m not about to ask in front of Big Doug.

“Just put it on my tab.” Kai places a hand on the small of my back, trying to reassure me. “You know I’m good for it.”

Tab? Huh?

“Oh, okay. I didn’t realize this was your thing.” Big Doug stares at me just long enough to make me squirm then he fastens his attention on Kai. “So what’s the job?”

Kai retrieves my birth certificate from his pocket and hands it over, giving Big Doug a quick explanation of what’s been going on.

“I was hoping you could take a look at the certificate and see if it’s a fake or not,” Kai says when he’s finished explaining about my mom. “And if it is, I was hoping you’d have a couple of ideas on how to track her mom down.”

Big Doug fiddles with the corner of the certificate. “All you know is her name’s Bella?” he asks, and Kai nods. “And your father’s name is Henry Anders, right?” This time, he directs his question at me.

I nod, crossing my fingers he’ll do this. This may be illegal, but it still seems way less terrifying than asking my dad.

“I have one question before I agree to do this,” Big Doug says to me. “Why not just ask your dad who she is?”

“Because he doesn’t want me to know who she is, for some reason,” I explain. “I didn’t even know about her up until a few months ago.”

“Are you even sure she’s alive?” he asks, setting the certificate down on the table beside one of the computers.

I shake my head, folding my arm around my stomach as my gut twists into knots. “I don’t know anything other than I lived with her for the first few years of my life before I went to live with my dad . . . and her name is Bella.”

He bobs his head up and down. “Okay, give me a couple of weeks, and I’ll see what I can come up with.”

“Thanks, man,” Kai says, sticking out his fist again.

The two of them bump knuckles again then Kai and I head out the door. I don’t say anything else until we’ve reached the back patio. The guys that were there earlier have abandoned the lawn chairs and the entire area is quiet.

“Okay, what the hell was that?” I spin to face Kai, spreading my arms out to the side.

“What do you ‘mean what the hell was that’?” Kai stares up at the stars. “That was me helping you out.”

“That was some sketchy stuff. And how do you even know Big Doug?”

“I met him through Bradon. Did a little work for him a while back.” He’s still transfixed by the stars, so I pinch his arm to get him to look at me. “Ow.” He chuckles, meeting my gaze as he laughs. “What was that for?”

“I just want to know that you’re not going to get into trouble for that,” I say, putting my hands on my hips.

“Why would I get in trouble? Big Doug’s the one doing all the work.” He reaches forward and slips his fingers through mine, moving my hand away from my hip. “Now let’s go inside and celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” I stare at our interlaced hands, confused over why he keeps touching me and why I feel comfortable with it.

“That in a week, you’ll know who your mom is.” He pulls me toward the door.

I let him steer me back inside, crossing my fingers that he’s right and that Big Doug will be able to find my mom.

But what I really hope is that she’ll be alive when I do find her.





TWO SHOTS AND a beer later, I’m headed outside to wait for Indigo to come pick mine and Kai’s sorry drunk asses up.

“You feeling better about going to school now?” Kai asks me as we reach the curb.

He spent the last three hours introducing me to everyone. While I don’t have anyone I’d call my best friend, I do feel better about going to school. And no one brought up the mental institution thing, so I’m guessing they’ve all forgotten about that rumor.

“Yeah, thanks for introducing me to so many people,” I say through a yawn.

“I feel bad I didn’t do it sooner,” he says.

“I don’t blame you. It’s not like I’m the kind of person everyone wants to get to know. I’m too weird, and hardly anyone gets me.”

“Isa, you’re ridiculously freakin’ awesome. Everyone who gets to know you is lucky.”

“You’re sweet when you’re drunk,” I tease with a nudge of my elbow.

“I’m always sweet when I’m around you, baby.” He giggles.

I giggle too. “You’re a cheesy drunk.” I yawn again and lean against Kai, my eyelids feeling heavy. “I shouldn’t have drank so much.”

“Just focus on that firefly over there.” He points across the street at a glowing light. “It makes it easier to keep your eyes open.”

I giggle again. “Kai, that’s not a firefly. That’s a porch light.”

He leans all of his weight against me, nearly making me topple to the ground. “Hold me up, or I’m going to fall.”

“You’re a guy,” I whine, digging my feet into the ground to support his weight. “You’re supposed to hold me up.”