She snickered. “I think you mean sororicide.”
“That you know the word for killing one’s own sister is scary all by itself.”
“Hey, do I smell bacon?”
“You have the attention span of a gnat.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere. Now about that bacon. Is it almost done?”
He glared at her. “Didn’t you eat at Dad’s?”
“Yeah, but I’m training. I need the protein.”
“Please. Bacon’s more fat than protein. And I highly doubt you’re hitting the right daily macronutrients.”
“Eh. I just want bacon, okay?”
“Stop grilling me about Maggie and you might get a few strips.”
“Fine.” She huffed. “Can I have some coffee too?”
“Say the magic word.”
Her eyes narrowed. “If you want me to leave you alone, get me a damn cup.”
He growled and grabbed her one, then shoved it into her hand. “Pot’s over there.”
She smiled prettily. “See? Manners are a good thing. Maybe if you showed them more to Maggie, you’d be happier about life.”
“So, sororicide, you said?”
She laughed and laughed. But at least she went outside and gave him a break.
Except his father entered with Maggie, looking entirely too chummy. Maggie seemed enthralled. No surprise there. His father could charm the stripes off a tiger.
They sat at the counter, watching him and talking.
When he tuned in to what they were saying, he cringed.
Harry laughed. “So there he is, butt naked and running down the street after his sisters. Reggie’s first attempt at streaking and only thirteen years old.”
“Dad, stop.”
Maggie grinned evilly. “So young to be an exhibitionist.”
He scowled. “Lisa stole my clothes.”
“Off your body?” his father asked, knowing full well what had happened.
Reggie flushed. “Look, we were kids trying to be cool. Cutting school and skinny-dipping in a friend’s pool. Then my sister thinks it’s funny to steal my clothes and run. Well, it wasn’t funny.”
“I think it’s pretty funny.” Maggie grinned.
“Me too.” Harry’s wide smile had her laughing.
“Nowyou do. Maggie, he grounded me for a month. And Tony Aldridge got the girl I was crushing on. So not cool, Dad.”
“Poor Reggie.”
