“Stella!” I snap, but she just laughs me off.
“Relax, I’m moving on from you and loverboy.” When she’s satisfied with her choices on her plate, she comes back to sit next to me. “I was going to say, I think you should have your business named something witchy and powerful.”
“Of course you do,” I mumble with another sip of my wine. Rounding the island, I grab my plate and start getting my own food.
Stella’s mom loved doing tarot readings, crystals, and star charts. I remember every full moon we would have these big sleepovers where her mom would do all these rituals.
After she passed, my mom really made an effort to keep them going. Even though Dad and I weren’t exactly big into it, it was always the thing we did as a family every single month until Stella and I moved out.
“What would you name it? And put a little bit of your PR brain into it,” I tease her.
She scoffs. “I always use my PR brain!”
Before I can give her another smart-ass remark, Beck walks back down the stairs and gives one for me. “Was that thesame brain that told you to bring four bottles of wine to our Thanksgiving meal?”
“As a matter of fact, it was.” Stella scrunches her nose taking another sip. “It is also telling me I’ll be crashing in Jensen’s bed tonight as well.”
Humph. “You think?”
Stella simply sticks her tongue out at me so I retort with my middle finger.
“Alright, alright, no sister fights.” Beck makes his way over to my side, his hand briefly landing on my back as he steps around to grab his own plate.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach. “You have a good talk?” I ask cautiously. I still really want to know what happened between him and his dad, and with the way they talked to each other last night I’m even more curious.
Beck gives a small nod. “Yeah, we did, my parents said hi back to you.”
Well, that seems like it’s all I’m going to get on that front. I swallow down any other questions.
“What about something with angel numbers?” Stella blurts out. Gah, I love her. “For the name of your tattoo shop. I know you and Dad don’t really get into all of it like me and Mom, but we all have angel number tattoos.”
“Okay…I do like that.” I give Stella a grateful smile.
Beck gives me a small nudge with his elbow. “Are the angel numbers the 222 on your arm?”
“Yeah, I have twos for alignment?—”
Stella snorts a laugh. “Your guardian angel was shoving that number down your throat when you were…” She trails off when she catches the look on my face. She holds up her glass. “Sorry, wine makes the PR brain work less.”
Beck steps around me again to fill up his plate. “When you were what?”
I’m itching to send Stella my middle finger again, but you know what, Beck gets to be vague about whatever happened with his dad, I can be vague about this. “When I lived at home. I had some things that weren’t exactly inalignment.”
Beck’s mouth opens but Stella tries to recover her fumble. “But now you are with your shop, so why not something like Tattoo 222 or Ink 222…maybe?—”
“You could do Tinta 222,” Beck says, earning both a stunned look from me and an impressed one from Stella.
“Since when do you know Spanish?” I ask.
Beck shrugs. “I don’t know a lot, but you mumble Spanish when I annoy you sometimes…I wanted to know what you were saying.”
My heart feels like it skips a beat. I don’t know what to say, honestly.
Stella takes this one for me. “I like Tinta 222, I think you should go with that, Jennie.”
I clear my throat. Shit, Beck really is going to steal everything from me.
“Yeah, I think I will.”
