“If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.”
It was meant to be.
The next day when she showed up for a second drop-in, I’d learned that she’d taken a contract with the local hospital where she was a travel nurse.
I asked her if she would maybe want to go out to eat sometime, and the rest was history.
Two
That wasn’t very Cash Money of you.
—Calliope’s secret thoughts
CALLIOPE
Present day
“Listen,” my sister urged. “There’s no reason you can’t go with me.”
She had a point.
I could, technically, go with her.
The real thing was, I just didn’t want to.
“I don’t want to go to the farmers’ market, Searcy,” I pointed out for, like, the twelfth time.
I wasn’t winning this argument, though.
She was adamant.
“Pane Bowen Hicks, get your ass off that counter, right now, before I bust it,” Searcy snapped.
Her son, Pane, slithered down the counter in the boneless way only a three-year-old could.
Her other son, Cassidy, hurried into the room, his eyes wide.
I blinked at the boy. “Cassidy, did you, per chance, eat any of my powdered donuts that I brought with me for my breakfast?”
“No.” He shook his head adamantly.
“No?” I studied the powdered sugar on his face, chest, and fingers. “Are you sure?”
Searcy made a noise in her throat.
“No,” he continued to shake his head.
“Okay, well, I was going to share those with you. Why don’t you go get them and we can share now?”
Cassidy ran away, but not without a guilty look thrown at me over his shoulder.
“He totally ate them all, didn’t he?” I asked.
“Probably.” Searcy paused. “Sorry.”
She wasn’t sorry.
The bitch.
