I shake my head.
Mom’s lips twist. “How does she find new customers?”
“Mainly social media.”
Mom sits back and shakes her head. “That girl has a death wish, baby. You better set her ass straight.”
“I just told her to share her location with me so I at least know where she is if something ever goes wrong.”
“If you’re going to marry this girl, you’re going to need to lay down the law.”
Liam’s eyes snap to me. “Marriage?”
“Mom.”
“Sorry,” she says with a grimace.
“You’re going to marry her?”
“Someday,” I tell him.
“Good.”
“Good?” I ask my brother, wondering when this nicer side of him happened.
“She’s good for you. I like her.”
“You like her?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
He nods. “You’re less grumpy with her around.”
“Whatever,” I mumble.
“Well, at least most of the time,” he adds and laughs.
“I have a bad feeling I can’t quite shake,” I tell my mother.
“About Lulu?” she asks.
“About her work. Every day, I wake up with a pit in my stomach when I know she’s going to meet a new client.”
“Maybe you need to become her assistant,” Liam tells me. “I can handle the garage.”
“That’ll go over like a ton of bricks, and I know nothing about organizing. I don’t think she’d go for it or believe my intentions were more for the business than her protection. And then there’s the fact that I’d rather stick a hot poker in my eye than organize someone else’s mess.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Liam says with a tip of his head.
It’s the only way we’re able to work together without being at each other’s throats all the time. If one of us were organized and the other weren’t, we’d be in constant battle with as much shit as we have at the garage. My mother had her hands full trying to get us to clean our rooms when we were young. In the end, we usually jammed all the shit into our closets and closed the door, pretending that we’d done something productive.
“Well, I hope for her sake, our worry is for nothing,” Mom says as she places her hand over mine. “But maybe have the conversation with her.”
“I have.”
“Do it again. Sometimes it takes a few times for the words to actually stick.”
“I’ll try.”
“Okay. Now, back to the trust.”
