She opened the door wider while rolling her eyes. “Hey, Savannah. School was fine.”
I closed the door and put my wristlet on the kitchen counter. “I’m glad to hear that. As for dinner, we could defrost a roast—”
“Blech,” Catalina said.
I tried not to laugh. “Or we could—”
“Order a pizza?” she asked, her eyes bright with cautious excitement.
Again, I wished I’d listened to Punc. No, no, I had to keep him at arm’s length.
“If I didn’t have to pay—”
“Fine. I get it. Or we could what?”
“Make that frozen skillet dinner.”
Her lips twitched to the side before she sighed. “I guess that would work. I’m gonna start applying for jobs. Then I can help with—”
I put a hand on her shoulder. “Cat, I love that you’re willing to do that, but I want you to enjoy your summer. You’ve got a heavy course load your senior year. Why start a job you’ll just have to quit in three months or less?”
Outside the house, a car honked twice. My eyes slid toward the living room windows.
“I bet those geese are on the prowl again. They were slow-strutting across the road when I got home. Why they refuse to use their God-given wings, I don’t know,” Cat said.
I nodded at her.
The doorbell rang.
We both looked toward the door. I sent up a silent prayer it wasn’t Frank Darren and stalked that way.
“Here’s hoping we have a DoorDash fairy,” Catalina muttered.
“There’s no such thing,” I said over my shoulder.
As I turned the corner into the foyer, through the thin strip of windows lining the front door, I caught sight of Punc’s profile. He held a grocery bag, and a pizza box.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I whispered.
“What? Is it the douchebag?” Catalina whispered from close behind me.
I whirled around and faced her. “Ted’s here. The good news is that I think we’re having Renna’s for dinner.”
“Seriously?” she asked, a huge grin on her face.
I nodded. “Probably, but I need you to do a quick clean of your bathroom and be sure to scrub the toilet.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Why do you need to do a quick clean? Or—”
“No, why is he bringing pizza?”
This was part of why I hadn’t wanted him to swing by in the first place. I hadn’t told Catalina about my new job yet, and for some messed-up reason, I wanted to wait until my first nightshift.
I shook my head and focused on my sister. “I’m not sure, but regardless, if he needs to use the bathroom, no man wants to be confronted with your hair and makeup situation. Now, I need to open the door, and you need to help your sister right about now.”
“All right,” Cat said, turned and skipped toward the guest bathroom.
