“Girl, I’m about to lose my religion right now.”
“Well, you go ahead and do that. I’m going to eat.”
“Harmony,” Billy growled.
“Billy, seriously, I have to go. I need a break. I’m going to turn my phone off for a few days, okay? I love you, but I really don’t want to talk to anyone for a little while.”
“Fine,” he huffed. “I love you too.”
I hung up and shifted to face Jaxon. “You heard all that, huh?”
He smiled. “He’s pretty loud. Hard not to.”
“This is very true.” I bit my lip. “Am I being too hard on him?”
“Are you your sister’s keeper?”
“Kind of.”
“Legally?” he clarified.
“Well, no.”
“Is she a grown-ass adult woman?”
“Depends on the day,” I retorted.
He grinned. “You deserve a break, Harmony. Sounds like your other sister’s gonna come take some of the burden off your shoulders, so let her do that.”
“LiLi’s going to freak.”
“LiLi?”
“Lyric. I’m NiNi, Melody’s DiDi, and so on.” I sighed. “It’s silly.”
“I think it’s sweet.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone.”
“Street cred?” I deduced.
“Sure, we’ll go with that.” He laughed and turned off the truck. “Don’t move.”
I waited while he grabbed the umbrella and walked to my side of the truck and helped me down. Once I was out and under the protection of the umbrella, he led me to a little café on the corner of the gorgeous downtown area that spanned about two blocks. “It’s so pretty here. It reminds me of home.”
“Yeah?” Jaxon asked, as he held the door and shook out the umbrella.
“Yes. Very old-timey,” I said, and stepped inside. “I’m kind of a sucker for history.”
“Me too.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “It’s why I do what I do.”
“Lyric restored her 1860 home near Forsyth Park and Melody and I both have rooms there for holidays. It’s gorgeous.”
