Lene did it before him.
“Never.He’snevergonnahire a woman.Except Elvira.”
“This is because Elvira’s more woman than fifty women,”Marte mumbled under her breath.
“That’s for certain,” Trine agreed.
“I would not wish those boys on any woman,” Marte said.“Except Elvira.She’s the only one who can handle them.”
“It’s still hardly equal opportunity,” Signe pointed out.
“Seenz, you think Hawk has evergiven the concept of ‘equal opportunity’ even a second’s thought?”Lene asked.
The four sisters looked among each other, and then on asister wavelength, in unison, they burst out laughing.
Though I didn’t know Hawk very well, I did have firsthandknowledge he was a purveyor of quality badass and I wouldn’t think he’ddiscriminate if he thought the job would get done.
I decided not to share this.
“Mag’dtap their ass before theyeven were assigned a flak jacket,” Rick murmured.
“Rick!”Lene abruptly stopped laughing to snap.
“Am I wrong?”he asked.
“No!”she kept snapping.“But Danny is Mo’s roommate.Don’tgive Lottie the impression he’s a player.”
That cat was out of the bag.
And…
Danny?
I wassogoing to give him shit by calling him thatfrom this moment on.
And sharing it with Evie when the time came.
I had a margarita in my hand and Mo’s heavy arm slung aroundmy shoulder, so I coasted mine around his waist.
“Get out of my way, Paul, I’m making Mo a plate.And Lottie.I’m making Mo and Lottie a plate,” Signe announced, nudging her husband out ofthe way and picking up a small, delicate, china plate with a graceful golddesign on the edges.
“The man can feed himself,” Paul muttered.
“No he can’t, with all you boys guarding the food like rabiddogs,” Signe fired back.
I heard Mo’s quiet sigh.
I also again beat back laughter.
And last, I was understanding how Mo learned to communicatenonverbally.
He grew up with four older sisters who wouldn’t let him geta word in edgewise.
I took a sip of my drink.
“Perhaps, if my girls can give Lottie the impression we’vegot a modicum of manners and aren’t one step down from lunacy, I could sleeptonight.Rather than tossing and turning at the thought my son’s new girlfriendis buying a one-way ticket somewhere very far from here to get away fromus,”Ingrid suggested smoothly before taking a sip of what appeared to be a martiniwith olives from a stylish glass.
Clearly, after my intro to the Morrison women, she’dretrieved her cocktail.
