She nodded. “It’s all I watch.”
“They’re not dating,” Raisin grouched, talking over Neev. “Or are they?”
“Excuse my sister, Stan. Cretin Craisin thinks the weekend was a ploy for us to take a sneaky break together on the DL.” Kitty flipped her the bird. “Instead of it being proof that I rock as a sister.”
“We weren’t dating,” I told Raisin, holding her gaze because despite my many sins regarding Kitty’s privacy, this was true.
She lifted her chin. “You would say that.”
“Gah, why do you have to be so annoying?!”
I tightened my fingers around Kitty’s. “Raisin.” Her mulish expression faced me head-on. “We were not dating.”
It might have taken a few moments for her to accept that I’d win the staring contest, but she broke eye contact with a toss of her hair before turning to glower at the streets instead.
“We’d better get out here. Walk the rest. No way we’d be able to afford this ride,” Neev said wistfully.
When Kitty nodded, I flickered the privacy screen low enough to convey the request and once it was safe, we pulled to the side of the road. As the sisters scampered out of the car, mygattareddathankfully lingered.
Appearing unusually anxious, she queried, “When will I see you again?”
“Tonight?”
“Really?”
“Really.”
When Raisin and Neev began squabbling on the street—fuck my life—she hissed. “It’ll be nice not to have to referee these two.”
“They’re relatively amusing.”
“They are when you’re not the neutral zone,” she mumbled. “Anyway, tonight.”
“I’ll text you.”
“You will this time, right?”
I grimaced—it would take a long time to make up for failing her. I should have killed Martinez. Alliance be damned.
“I will. And if I don’t, you text me and you ask me why the hell I haven’t and I will owe you an apology.”
That had her treating me to a coy smile. “What does an apology get me?”
My smirk was unholy. “Anything you want.”
“We’re not talking about Christmas lists here, are we? Or when your dad would tell you you can have anything so long as it’s in a Disney store?”
I shook my head. “No,bedda mia. It meansanything.”
“And what if…anythingmeans I want to be with you?” she asked hesitantly, her gaze falling from mine as she studied her lap.
My heart pounded like I’d run the whole way from the private airfield into Manhattan. “It only confirms that you are myàncilu.”
Honestly, madness was only fun if it was mutual.
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Okay.”
“I’ll text first then tell you what time the car will be here waiting for you.”
