“Well, I’m not. I can’t find my black Jordans, and I know I put them in the mudroom, and they’re not there.”
“Huh. Did you ask Megan?”
“Yeah. And you know what she said?”
I grin. “No, I do not.”
“She said she didn’t wear them.”
I can’t help it. I laugh.
“That’s something you would say. You didn’t tell her to say that, did you?” she asks.
“Although I don’t wear them either, did you check in the dining room?”
“Why would they be there?”
I scratch the top of my head. “Because I think I remember you tossing them around the corner the other day so I wouldn’t see them when I told you to take them to your room.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah—oh.”
“Anyway,” she says above the sound of her feet trotting down steps, “are you working?”
I watch Jason talk to Robbie. He’s pissing him off on purpose.Why does he do that?
I sigh. “Yeah. But good news—I’ll be home tonight.”
“That’s good.”
“If I can get these guys to stop bickering with each other, we should be out of here late this afternoon.”
“I’m sure Megan will be happy to hear that.”
My breath stills. “Why? You haven’t been giving her a hard time, have you?”
Kennedy laughs. “Uh, no. She made me a peanut butter board last night. Ever had one of those?”
“Nope.”
“It’s delicious. She drizzled caramel on it and cut up apples and bananas—and had little cookie things.So yum.”
“That does sound good.”
“Maybe she’ll make it for you one day.”
There’s a hint of something in her voice—a tease, maybe, or a taunt—that I can’t put my finger on. But before I can figure it out, she changes the subject.
“All right, we need to talk about my birthday soon,” she says.
“You have a month before your birthday, Ken.”
“Yeah, but Neve and I want to do a spa day at the new spa in Bricksville, and I heard they’re booking out for about a month. So I need to get you on board so we can get on the books.”
I chuckle. “You and Neve need to slow your roll.”
“So I can go ahead and have Megan set up the appointment for me?”
