You’re my hero!
Cammie
Get ’em, girl! Channel your inner Arwen!
Tally
I love you girls! Wish me luck!
Cammie
You don’t need luck when you’re a smoke show.
Fee
^^^This, but also ALL THE LUCK.
Enid
*confetti GIF*
I set my phone aside and do some quick makeup surgery to help with the redness. The puffiness is a problem that will have to resolve itself. I change my sweater from something dad dinner-appropriate to something Flip dinner-appropriate. This one has a V-neck that highlights my modest cleavage. Face and wardrobe managed, I return to the living room.
Flip is leafing through one of my textbooks on the dining room table.
“Ready!” My voice shakes with excitement and anxiety.
He closes the textbook, and his eyes lift. “You look beautiful.”
My stomach feels like a blender on full speed. “Thanks. So do you.” I cringe. “I mean hot. Or handsome.”
He grins, and I blush.
I drop my purse on the table. “I’ll just feed Parsnip, and then we can go.”
“Sure.” He looks too delicious forwords.
I quickly spoon some stinky wet food into Parsnip’s dish while he meows loudly and weaves between my legs. I barely set the plate down, before he starts chewing noisily.
“You have no manners,” I chastise.
“But he’s cute.”
“Yeah, he is.” I grab Flip’s wrist and nearly pass out from the contact. “We only have a few seconds before Parsnip realizes we’re leaving. Then he’ll engage lightning mode and try to make a run for the hall.”
“Like a jailbreak?” Flip slips his feet into his shoes while I tuck mine into a pair of heeled boots.
“Exactly.” I grab my jacket and put my hand on the knob. “We have to be quick, or we’ll spend the next twenty minutes corralling him.”
“I have pretty good reflexes.” Flip looks highly amused.
“So does ’Snip.” I drop my voice to a whisper. “Ready?”
He gives me a thumbs-up. He has no idea.
I turn the knob, yank the door open, and shove Flip into the hall. Parsnip meows and bolts around the corner, rushing toward us at warp speed. “Shit. He’s coming in hot!” I grab him around the middle and toss him back inside, pulling the door closed. Parsnip wails mournfully on the other side of the door, nails dragging obnoxiously down the steel. He continues to yowl like he’s dying.
“Wow,” Flip says.
