I chuckled. “I bet.”
Lyric nodded. “He was arrested about an hour ago. The little shit messed with the wrong bitch.” She shook her head. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good.”
“Are you sure?”
I smiled. “Yeah, honey, I’m sure. I got a little banged up, but it’ll all heal.”
She blinked back tears. “If anything had happened—”
I grabbed her hand. “Nothing happened. It’s all good.”
Lyric grabbed a tissue and blotted her eyes. “You’ve become my family, you know? I couldn’t bear to lose any of you.”
“I totally get it,” I said.
Doc walked into the room, took one look at Lyric, and turned back around. She and I dissolved into giggles as he left us again.
“Okay, why do they get all weird when they see one of us crying?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Because they ‘don’t have a vagina.’”
“Doc said that?” she asked with a gasp.
“He sure did,” I confirmed. “All I care about is if he’s there whenI’mcrying. And he is, so it’s all good.”
Doom walked in a few seconds later, a frown on his face. “What’s this about you cryin’?” he demanded.
“Oh, I’m fine, buddy,” I retorted. “It’s your woman who’s crying.”
His lips twitched, but he was obviously concerned about Lyric.
“I’m okay, honey,” Lyric assured him, standing and squeezing his arm. “I was just filling Olivia in on the Joey situation.”
“And that made you cry?”
“Well, the thought that I’d never see one of my best friends again did, yes.”
Doom sighed, sliding his hand to her neck. “You done giving Liv the update?”
“Yep.”
“Excuse us,” he said to me, and led Lyric out of the room.
I lifted my computer back on my lap just as Doc walked in again. “Everything good?”
I nodded.
“You still in the thick of it?”
I smiled. “A little, yes. But I should be done in half an hour or so.”
He leaned down and kissed me. “Willow’s cookin’ tonight.”
“Oh, then I’ll be done in ten.”
Doc chuckled. “Figured. I’ll leave you to it.”
