“Your wedding. Shopping for your wedding dress. We have an appointment.” She pointed at her chest then at me. “Me, you, Jean. Sister time. We are looking for your dress. Today. Because we cannot put it off any longer. We shouldn’t have put it off this long. You need a dress.”
“At three,” I said. “Got it. I’ll see you at the shop at three.”
She studied me for a minute, looking for how I was going to try to weasel out of it this time.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want a dress, it was just that I hated clothes shopping on general principle.
“Super excited about it,” I told her with a thumbs up. “I’ll meet you and Jean there.”
“At three,” she repeated.
“Yup.”
“You won’t forget.”
“I won’t forget.”
“Don’t make me have to find you and drag you there by your ankles, because you know I will.”
I grinned because she was being funny, but from the frown she threw me, she very much was not being funny.
I gave her another thumbs up, and she finally turned toward the cruiser.
I waited until both Myra and Odin got in the car before stepping a little closer to Crow.
I slapped his arm. “What was that all about?”
“Ouch,” he laughed. He rubbed the spot where I’d smacked him. “I don’t know. Why don’t you want to shop for a wedding dress?”
“That’s not what I was talking about. Why were you really fighting with Odin? Honestly, if there’s something more going on between the two of you, I need to know.”
“And yet, my personal life is none of your business. What? Don’t give me that look. This may come as a shock, but even vacationing gods can get on each other’s nerves.”
“Uh-huh.” I waited.
“This is where I change the subject so masterfully, you drop the whole thing and never ask me again. I hear there’s gonna be a wedding, and we haven’t settled on a dress yet. Are we thinking pantsuit? Jorts?”
“We’re thinking the dress thing isn’t your problem.”
He tipped his head back and stared at the sun, which peeked in and out of the high, crystalline clouds that draped fine lace across the silken summer blue.
“Would you look at that? Almost lunch time. You hungry, Delaney? Maybe want a burger and a little time to chat with Uncle Crow?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Is this a trap?”
He scoffed. “This islunch. Wow, you are really wound up.”
“I wasn’t the one in the middle of the street punching people.”
“Person. And he deserved it. Tell you what. Lunch is my treat. Come with me, and you can make sure I don’t track him down while he’s doing his deliveries to punch him in the schnoz.”
My stomach growled loud enough, Crow grinned.
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
“Is this part of you all taking turns stalking me?” I asked.
He scrunched up his face. “What? Who?”
