“Hi,” I said. “Well, I’m heading to bed. Goodnight.”
I hightailed it upstairs like the coward I was, closing myself into my parents room but texting Cash a list of things I wanted him to bring up when he came. I was grateful I didn’t have to wait long for his knock at my door.
I pulled it open to find him holding two shopping bags. “Seriously?”
“Well, I told you I was hungry,” I said.
“Baby, this isn’t hungry, this is a week’s worth of groceries for a Mormon family.”
“Oh, stop,” I admonished. “Just get in here.”
He walked inside and set the bags on the bed. “I couldn’t find any of your fancy crackers, so you get Ritz.”
“Ritz is fine.” I peered into one of the bags. “Was there wine?”
“Yeah. Maisie stocked up.” He faced me. “But you’re not supposed to be drinking.”
“My dad needs to take a chill pill.”
“You know, if it wasn’t wine, I could say it’s mine. Everyone knows I don’t drink that shit.”
“Oh, shit.” I bit my lip. “That’s actually a really good idea.”
He pulled out a bottle of tequila. “Good thing I thought ahead.”
I clapped my hands. “This is why you’re my favorite.”
He slid his hand around my waist. “That’s not why I’m your favorite.”
“Okay, maybe not.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly. “But it’s one of the reasons.”
He grinned.
“What did Gloria the Whoria want?” I asked.
“What is your deal with her?” he asked. “She’s nice.”
“She’s a cunt unless you have a dick.”
He frowned. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. I mean, she’s nice to you because she wants to be an old lady and wants to fuck you. She’s nice to Maisie because if she’s not, she’s out. She’s nice to the other attached women as well, but to me, Daisy, Tillie… not so much.”
Cash sighed. “I’ll watch out. See what I see.”
“You won’t see shit,” I deduced. “She’s too smart for that.”
“Well, if she says or does something, let me know.”
I hugged him. “I might.”
He kissed me gently. “What are we doin’ here, Teagan?”
“What do you mean?”
“Two days ago, you bitched about being behind in tortes or some shit and needed to study. But you’re here with me, not that I’m complaining, or anything, to be clear… I’m just sayin’, don’t you need to study?”
I wrinkled my nose and stepped back. “Way to kill the mood, buddy.”
