“If I do or say something that pisses you off, promise me you’ll tell me,” I said. “Don’t ghost me. I like you. I like the friendship we’re building. I love the sex. I don’t want anything else, but if we decide to stop doing this, I want it to be mutual and friendly. Not because of some invisible slight.”
He crossed his arms. “I can do that.”
I nodded. “Good. Now, I want bacon and French toast with really strong coffee. So, I’m going to shower while you make that.”
“You need help?”
I shook my head. “I’ve pretty much got this down to a science now, but thanks.”
After my shower, I hobbled downstairs and into my kitchen to find a note on my fridge.
Breakfast is in the oven, coffee’s in the pot. Had shit to do. D.
I grabbed an oven mitt and pulled it out, made a cup of coffee, then grabbed my phone and called my sister while I ate.
“Hey, LiLi. To what do I owe this early morning call?”
“Shit, NiNi, I’m sorry!” I groaned. “I totally didn’t think.”
“I’m just giving you a hard time. I was already up. Are you okay?”
“I have a date.”
“That’s awesome. With Doom?”
“No.”
“Oh, wait, what?” she said, then slightly off the speaker, “No, honey, you’re not wearing that. I don’t care if aunty Melody wears it onstage, you are not thirty and desperate for male attention.”
“Mom!” Skyler whined. “I’m the only one who doesn’t get to dress the way she wants to.”
“That’s complete bull and you know it.”
“But—”
“Go put on proper clothes or I’ll have your dad pick out an outfit for you.”
“You’re so unfair!” Skyler snapped.
“And it’s why you won’t be murdered and stuffed into a barrel on my watch.” This was said very quietly so only I could hear.
“Oh my god,” I said, trying not to laugh. “When the hell did she turn into DiDi?”
“Two years ago. She’s a monster, LiLi,” Harmony whispered. “And I was the good sister, for Pete’s sake. If Mel has kids, she’s probably going to get some quiet, sweet child who doesn’t say boo.”
“You might have been quiet and sweet, but you said boo. You are also changing the world and Skyler will too.”
“God, you always know what to say.” She sighed. “You would have made the best mom.”
I bit back sadness. “I’ll just relish being the best aunty on the planet.”
“Right. So, who’s getting your hoo-ha tonight?”
“Um, no one. But Wes is taking me to the Chart House.”
“Whoa, the guy’s serious if he’s taking you to the Chart House.”
“He’s certainly bringing his A-game,” I said.
