They stop when they see us. “What’re you doin’?” Henry the brat asks. He’s the older of the two and mouthier even than Max.
“Going to Sailor Jerry’s,” My Henri replies. Of course she does because she still hasn’t figured out that less is more.
“Don’t tell him,” Brielle says, wise beyond her years. “He’ll blab.”
“He doesn’t even know what that means,” Ash says. “And his goldfish brain will forget before we’re out the door.”
Ash is right as Henry the brat immediately flips topics. “Who’re you?” he asks, looking at my Henri.
“She’s Henri,” Brielle says.
“Nah uh,” Zack pipes up. “Henry’s a boy’s name.”
“Do I look like a boy to you?” Henri asks blandly.
I look her over. No, she definitely does not look like a boy.
Zack is in agreement. “No. But how can you be called Henri?”
“Because apparently it’s a girl’s name too,” my Henri sneers.
“No,” Henry the brat protests. “I don’t wanna have a girl’s name!”
Hash blows out a breath. “Then go tell your mom to change it.”
“Moooom!” Henry the brat screams as he takes off towards the kitchen. Zack runs after him.
“Let’s go before Haley shows up.” Hash herds us towards the door.
“When we get outside,” Hash chucks his helmet at me. “Put it on,” he says.
“Hey!” Henri snipes. “I called shotgun on the bike.”
“No,” Hash says. “I’m already gonna get fucked over on this one. I don’t need your crazy mom on my back for also letting her little precious on the bike.”
“It’s okay, Henri,” Brielle says as she consoles Henri by rubbing her arm. The one with the tattoo on it. “You can sit next to me.”
Henri grimaces in pain, but this time she doesn’t jerk her arm away. “I wanna sit next to you for sure.”
Stuff like that makes me like her.
As she heads towards the car, she gives me the evil eye. “I’ll make you pay,” she mouths.
“No doubt,” I mutter as I climb on behind Hash.
Chapter Forty-One
Eight
“Morning sex is the best,” Selkie declares as she stretches, arms over her head, back straight, stomach rising in the air.
“Is it?” I tease as I zip up my jeans. “I find anytime sex the best.”
She grins and rolls over on her stomach, her ass inviting me to get naked again.
I kneel on the bed. “You’ve got an exceptional ass.” Then I bite it hard enough to get a squeal from her as she bumps my face with it.
“Get off,” she grunts. “Oscar and Henri probably need feeding.”
