“That wasn’t your fault. You can’t feel responsible for every girl your son dates and dumps. I’ll keep my eye on her.”
“I know. But I’ve invited her for Sunday dinner tomorrow. I thought you and Coleman could come too. It’s inappropriate and weird for her to just come and have dinner with me alone.”
“You’re inviting me and Drake for Sunday dinner?” Oh crap. Last night’s events flood back to me. Of course he thinks we’re dating.
“I’ve texted Coleman. He and his daughter are free. I thought, seeing as you’re dating the guy, I oughta get to know him a bit more outside of work.”
He’s already texted Drake? No. No. No. “I’m n?—”
“It’s okay. I know I probably came off a little aggressive last night. I was just shocked, that’s all. It’s not every day I walk in and find my sister half naked with one of my men.” His smile reaches his eyes. “But it’s about time you met someone again. Dragon boy’s got heart.”
“But—”
“I hope he makes you happy.” He turns around and strides out of the kitchen.
“Flin—”
“Shall we say two o’clock for lunch?”
“Sure,” I squeak, picking up my phone and texting the girls in my group chat.
I need help.
Nikita McBossy: Finally, you’re admitting it.
Raine McNosy: You’ve needed help for a while.
Raine McNosy: Want the number of my therapist?
I need help with my closet.
Nikki McTrouble: Oh, well I can do retail therapy.
Raine McNosy: Is this like your clothes or do you mean you need a carpenter?
I need a new outfit. I literally have nothing to wear.
Nikita McBossy: What happened to all the leggings covered in cat hair?
Haha, I need something sexy
Nikki McTrouble: Do you have a date?
Sort of.
Nikki McTrouble: (scream emoji)
Raine McNosy: Need details
Nikita McBossy: It’s been 84 years, Titanic GIF
Funny
Nikki McTrouble: Have you waxed?
Raine McNosy: Make sure you check your chin. Maybe book in for a dermaplane too.
Nikita McBossy: No, do not do anything out of the ordinary with your skin. It will cause a breakout.
