“Excellent.”
We stepped into the bathroom where he did, in fact, fuck me dirty, then we headed to the diner for our version of the early bird special.
* * *
My phone buzzed and I saw it was Daisy calling. Again. I looked at Cash and bit my lip. “We need to tell her.”
He dipped a fry in ketchup as he said, “Yeah.”
“We need to do it face-to-face.”
“Name the time and place, Turtle.”
“Tonight. Here?”
“Here, here?” he asked.
“Well, no,” I said. “Not sure my stomach could handle this diner again today. But maybe we could meet somewhere else tonight?”
Cash nodded to my phone. “Answer her.”
I took a deep breath, then picked up my phone.
“Oh, my god, bitch, I thought you were dead in a ditch,” Daisy screeched into the phone.
I grimaced. “Sorry. I’ve been… ah… well… on a plane.”
“On a plane? To where?”
“Um, here. Montana.”
“You’re here?”
“Yes. Currently sitting at a diner with your brother.”
“Which diner? I’m coming to you.”
“Dais—”
“Tell me where you are right now,” she demanded. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”
I sighed and asked Cash, “Where are we?”
Cash pulled out his phone and fired off a text. “I just texted her the address.”
“Cash just texted you.”
“Okay, do not move,” Daisy bossed, then hung up.
I set my phone on the table. “I guess we are doing it here and now. She’s on her way.”
“You okay?”
“No,” I admitted.
“Why?”
“Because she’s going to kill me. You. Us.”
