“You’re the butthead.”
“No, you’re?—”
Laughter has me turning to see Joey and Colt standing just a few feet away, both grinning widely.
Colt turns to Joey. “Here I thought they were discussing something serious.”
“Nah,” Joey says. “This is what they normally do.”
“Bicker like they’re eight years old?”
I scowl. “I’ll have you know we’re bickering like we’re at least ten.”
“Twelve,” Damon interjects.
“Thirteen,” I say on a grin.
Joey smirks. “Six,” she adds. “If you’re lucky.” Then she comes over and hugs me, promising to talk soon.
“Kick some road trip ass,” I tell her.
“Expect Beth to call you.”
My heart squeezes and I nod, waving goodbye.
“Who’s Beth?”
“Joey’s mom.” Well, technically, her adopted mom, but the qualifier isn’t necessary. She’s Joey’s and Damon’s Joey’s…so now both Damon and I are Beth’s.
And John’s, her adopted dad.
“When Damon and Joey first started sniffing around each other, we banded together to make sure they didn’t screw up the best thing that happened to them.” I grin. “And now we talk once a week, figuring out how to?—”
“Drive them crazy?”
I laugh. “I think you mean take over the world.”
“Why do I feel like you and Blake and Beth are now going to be a terrible trio?”
“I think you mean the most powerful trio to take over the world.”
He chuckles as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “I hope you’ll use your powers for good.”
“Absolutely not.”
His laugh is startled, but then he’s tugging me closer…
“Okay?” he asks as he winds his arms around me.
I nod. “Better than okay.”
He smooths a hand down my back. “So?”
“So what?”
“So did I do enough to secure lunch…or maybe even breakfast?”
Sighing, I tap a finger to my lips. “I don’t know. It was only two goals.”
