There’s a sharp tone in Sophie’s voice. I was once accused of being oblivious to relationship problems, but I catch on to this pretty quickly. Sophie has an issue with Fifi.
And I would bet money that it’s because of me.
Before Sophie, I would be happy about that. I’d be smug and satisfied at the thought of two women being interested in me. Fighting over me. What guy wouldn’t want that?
But now? I don’t want Sophie upset over anything, especially something that doesn’t exist.
There is no me and Fifi. She offered, I declined. End of story. I suspect she’ll avoid me for a day or so, and then it will all go back to normal.
There is nothing for Sophie to be concerned with, but how do I bring that up without getting into a whole discussion about if we’re just friends, the Kiss, and all the other stuff I’ve been pushing aside.
It’s become a heavy load, and I think I’m done with that.
“I have no idea who knows Fifi, or what they know about her. Nor do I care. I do care about why you aren’t as excited to go shopping with me as you should be.”
“I’m not really up for shopping.” She points to her leg.
I’ve spoken to the doctors. I’ve done the research. I know what to expect from Sophie’s recovery.
And I think her recovery is right on track for an adventure in BattleHarbour today.
Showing Fifi around yesterday gave me a new appreciation for the little town. The Christmas wreaths and holiday decorations in the stores have been replaced by posters about the Sea Queen Dance on Friday.
Spending so much time at the castle made me forget about the dance.
I hope Sophie hasn’t forgotten about it.
I bend over her foot, resting on a chair, just like it’s supposed to be. “Looks like a foot. And I know you have a walking boot. Which you won’t need in less than three weeks. Your foot is almost healed.”
“That’s a doctor decision. When did you talk to my doctor?”
“I talked to Google.”
“Google?”
“I googled your foot, okay. I listen when during your doctor comes to visit, but I wanted to know more, so I checked into it. You should be fine for a little outing.”
“You Googled me?”
“You make it sound like I checked out your LinkedIn page. Which you really should update, by the way. It’s not like you haven’t done the same to me.”
“I don’t Google you though.”
“You can. I’ve got nothing to hide. Now go get ready. We’re going into town. I borrowed Gunnar’s security detail so they’ll get us there and hang around to bring us back. Also to give you piggybacks.”
“I don’t need a piggyback.”
“You sure? Might be fun.”
Not for me. I don’t want to see anyone else carry Sophie.
“If I find you the dress, you’re going to the dance,” I decide, flipping over another card because she’s too slow. “That’s the deal.”
“I didn’t make that deal with you. Or any deal.”
“But you are now, so don’t bother arguing with me. There’s no point.”
“Is Fifi coming with us?” she asks in a small voice.
