“I’m sure they’ll find her a home by then.”
“She looks at home to me,” she says of the cat cozied up against my side.
“I’mnotkeeping her.”
“Okay.”
I cut my eyes at her.
“What? I said OKAY.”
“Hmph. I told Mom I’d ask if you could do brunch or dinner with us on Sunday.”
“I can’t do brunch. I’ve got a meeting with a potential campaign advisor.”
“You’re really going for it?”
“I think so. I want to find out more of what it entails, but I can already feel myself invested.”
“Look at you, Ms. Mayor. I can see you up on the podium in your blue suit, winning everyone over.”
“From your lips…”
“I have faith in you, cuz.”
The cuz trips my brain straight back to Dice. I clench and unclench my fists. “What about dinner, then?”
“It’s Sophia’s going-away party.”
“Shoot. C told me about it last week, but I forgot.”
“He sent a text yesterday.”
“I haven’t checked.”
“Girl! How do you run a business?”
“I figure stuff out when I need to and get it done.”
“You should have a system.”
“Don’t try to organize me. This works.”
“Running out of gas and drawers says otherwise.”
“I’m doing a wash tomorrow,” I grumble.
“Been saying that for days.”
“Whatever. Did you get Soph a gift?”
“Yep. The day C mentioned it. A nice leather planner. Teal with butterflies.”
“That sounds perfect for her.” C’s little sister was moving to Chicago to work in advertising and live with her former college roommate. After what Sophia just went through, it shows her resilience—and how much Lexie has helped chill out her overprotective brother.
“I need to get her something too,” I say, adding a note in my phone and setting an alarm.That’s a system.
“Did Dice text you?” Rayne asks.
