“I totally trustyou, and you’re not her type anyway, but given her…romantic history,Ihad to say it out loud.”
I fought back theurge to ask what she meant by me not being her sister’s type, but simply smiledand stuck out my hand.
“I believe wehave a deal.”
Train
Igave Hatcha chin lift and walked outof his office, passing Katie on the way, now working with Cameron to get thedonut cake sorted.
“Are you comingback?” she asked to my back.
I faced her.“Yeah, if you want me to.”
“Seven?”
“Sure. See youthen.”
She grinned, clappingher hands. “Thanks, bud.”
I nodded, and walkedout to my bike, heading straight to Flea and Grace’s place. I needed a beer andsome advice.
Pulling up tothe house, I parked my bike beside Flea’s truck, then walked up to the frontdoor. It was already open.
“Come in,buddy,” Grace called. “I’m elbows deep into a chicken.”
I stepped insideand closed the door, making my way to the kitchen where Grace was, in fact,elbows deep into a giant chicken.
I smiled,leaning down to kiss her cheek. “That sounds dirty, sweetheart.”
“You wish.” Shelaughed. “Flea just ran to the store. I’m trying out a recipe Maisie sent me,and I needed a few things. Help yourself to a beer.”
I did just that,twisting the top just as she punched the chicken’s ass, then washed her handsin the sink. “Stuffing’s in. Are you staying for dinner? There’s plenty.”
“Yeah, that’d begreat. You need help?”
She shook herhead. “I can’t do anything until Flea gets back. Pull up a stool.”
“How’s thedancin’ goin’?” I asked, sitting at their kitchen island.
She planted herass on the counter across from me and grinned. “Great. Cassidy and I areworking on an original show.”
“I heard that.That’s kinda huge, huh?”
“Super,” sheconfirmed. “But also, the most fun I’ve ever had.”
I chuckled. “Asit should be.”
“Baby!” Fleabellowed.
“Me or Train?”Grace bellowed back, sliding off the counter.
Flea walked inwith a grin. “Your bike’s parked in my spot.”
“You need me tomove it?”
“Notimmediately.” Flea set a bag of groceries on the counter before leaning down tokiss Grace. “They didn’t have fingerling potatoes. I improvised.”
“Thanks, honey,”she said, pulling everything out of the bag. “This’ll work.”
