“Language,” she scolds him. “That’s a naughty word.”
“I would argue that puritanical is a worse word.” Greer folds his arms over his chest. “Is that what they’re teaching you in school these days? What happened to just memorising your times tables?”
“Bobby said it at recess.”
Who the hell is Bobby? And why were they discussing anything that would involve the wordpuritanical?She’s growing up way too fast.
“In what context?” Hunter asks, amused. He’s obviously heard of this “Bobby” before.
“I don’t know.” She shrugs nonchalantly, like we’re asking her about the weather. “Something about Christ.”
“Maybe you should stop hanging around Bobby,” Hunter tells her dryly.
“He waits in line for me so he can get me the best candy at the canteen before they run out; theyalwaysrun out. And he gives me his donut.”
“I wish I was half as smart as you when I was a kid,” Moira says with a cackle. “High five, lady, I’m so proud of you.”
Olivia gives her one, beaming as if she has any idea what she’s actually accomplished. I highly doubt she realises.
Spencer snorts. “She’s working it out early. Good for her.”
“Working what out?” she asks, blinking at Spencer.
“Don’t encourage her,” Hunter sighs. “Vee, sweetheart, regardless of interesting word choices, you’re not old enough to see when Uncle Spencer and Uncle Kendrick have PG-13 rated alone time.” Hunter tugs on her hair. “Now, go put your bag down somewhere it won’t get tripped over.”
“I watch PG-13 rated movies!”
“Only sometimes, and only after your Uncle Jericho and I watch it first.”
“I don’t think what Spence and Ken were doing can be considered PG-13,” Six says with a snicker. He and Moira fistbump, and I want to shove them all out the door so I can continue with my “not PG-13” session with Spencer.
“Are you helping or…?” Hunter looks at him like he wants to use some more naughty words that Olivia won’t appreciate.
“Let’s just get this over with,” Greer says with a scowl, heading straight for the stack of boxes pushed against the wall where the TV used to be. “If there isn’t pizza at the end of this, I’m burning your entire building.”
“This one or mine?” Spencer asks. “For clarity.”
“Both.”
“We should probably get you some pizza, then.”
“I’ve already ordered some to be delivered to Spencer’s apartment in four hours,” Hunter says. “So let’s try not to set fire to anything.”
“Ruining everyone’s fun, one doused flame at a time,” Six sings.
“Can I set fire to something?” Olivia asks.
Everyone says “no” at the same time. She rolls her eyes and then picks up a small book box.
“It’s not fair that you get to do all the fun things, and I don’t just because I’m little.”
I’d agree with her, but it’s not likewe’reallowed to set fire to things either. It’s tough no matter what age you are.
“Is that too heavy for you?” Six asks her.
Olivia glares at him, and he lifts his hands in surrender. “Sorry, go about your business, ma’am.”
“Should have hired movers,” I mutter. We’d be done by now; they don’t require bribes, and there’s less chitchat. They’d also have knocked, so I could ignore them and keep ravishing my man.
