“You’re such a bitch sometimes, Kitty!”
I gawked at her. “I’mthe bitch? You’re the one drinking with questionable people when Stan told us to stay put!”
“Stan, Stan,Stan,” she shrieked. “Who the fuck is he to you?”
The vitriol coming from my chronically anxious sister took me aback. “He’s someone I met in an airline lounge!”
Neev cleared her throat. “You sure about that, Kitty? Youareclose?—”
“Ever heard of chemistry?”
Raisin swiped at her cheeks. “You’re the least likely person I know to experience insta-lust.”
The diamond ring dug into the soft flesh of my palm, silently mocking us both. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“No, it’s a fact. I don’t know why you went to talk to him in that lounge. Why are you lying to us?”
“I’m not. There’s nothing to lie about.”
I didn’t count his visits to the ER or the two-minute conversation pre-Stan’s discharge from the hospital. Not when he didn’t remember me. And I sure as hell wasn’t bringing up that mortifying conversation from the lounge.
“Anyway, what does any of that have to do with you thinking partying with an MC was a good idea?”
“Iwant to know why you didn’t take me with you?—”
“Not the time, Neev.” I stacked my hands on my hips. “What’s wrong with you, Raisin?”
“Nothing’s wrong aside from the fact that we witnessed a murder in a nightclub yesterday, a bombing derailed Neev’s spring break—our hotel the principal target—and our plane almost fucking crashed in the back end of nowhere Texas! How we’re alive is a miracle!” she screeched. “Wedon’t have guys who’ll tuck us up in bed and stay with us until we fall asleep, Kitty.”
“So you’re jealous? That’s what this is about? The trauma, I understand. The need to drink,definitely. But this is bullshit.”
Neev grabbed my hand, thankfully my right one. “Tequila’s making her overreact.”
“That’s not an excuse, Neev.” When the front door clicked open, my attention split and they noticed. Before either of them could giveme shit, I ground out, “That man has known us for less than forty-eight hours and he saved your ass, Raisin. Of course I care if he’s okay after going the extra mile for you.”
“Extra mile.” Her laughter oozed bitterness. “The guys were messing around.”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re in this mood. Tequila always lowers your IQ and turns you into a raging cunt. We’ll discuss this in the morning.”
Throwing her pillow at me, she snarled when it missed. “I can’t wait,Ma.”
Neev shot me a look. “I’ll watch out for her. It’s been a while since I saw her this hammered.”
“Thanks, sis.”
“No worries.”
Her concerned frown had me sighing. “What is it, Neev?”
“We can talk about the rock you’re wearing tomorrow too, hmm?”
Thankfully, Raisin had burrowed under the covers and was doing a great impression of a soggy human burrito so I grouched, “Do you ever miss a thing?”
“I make it a point not to,” she teased before wafting me away.
Once I shut their door and pressed my back to it, I allowed my brain to adjust to that argument.
I couldn’t fault Raisin for being upset after the weekend’s events, but that shit about Stan had come out of nowhere?—
