“It’s—it’s okay, Finley.” My words slurred. “When theloveeemafia arrives, they don’t—” I swayed, remembering to continue. “They don’t takenofor an answer.” I chuckled. “Plus, you definitely don’t want him to usethat.” I pointed to Honey’s electric toothpick.
Honey gave Finley a flat look. Then stuck out his tongue blowing wet raspberriesinto the air.
Finley huffed, his lip twitching, annoyed yet charmed by the adorable little squishy-faced Honey.
Honey fluttered up to me with a warm hand and grabbed mine.
“Carwynn, wait—” Finley stepped forward.
Flash!We rifted away.
My last thought before the world winked out was of chocolate croissants, and maybe,just maybe, falling in love again wouldn’t hurt so much.
“I’m confusedddd.”I elongated my words, staring up at the beautiful night sky.
We were outside the rounded maroon front door of David and Wyatt’s house, quietly waiting.
“Couldn’t you have just—” My wave was lazy. “Ya know,poofedus in there?”
Honey chuckled, hovering up to the doorbell. He pressed the little white button that made a gonging sound inside.
Then, he slowly turned to me—staring in challenge. His little finger hit the doorbell a second time. Then again . . .
And . . .
Again.
Again.
Again.
Inside, it kept echoing like a haunted cathedral bell, possessed by the hands of a little menace.
Again.
Again.
Again.
He was in a full-blown mad frenzy, cackling at the relentless sound.
“Um.” I just stared, slightly wavering while chaos ensued. “I feel like—like this was a poor choice on your part.”
Then, a loud crash came from inside. Followed by a string of swears.
I looked down at Honey, shaking my head. “Ooooooh. You’re gonna be in so much tr?—”
Flash!He was gone.
“You little shi—” My curse was abruptly cut off.
“Souls above!” The door whooshed open. David stood groggily in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Are you kidding me?” he reprimanded. It looked like flaming arrows could spear out of his eyes at any moment.
Behind him, Wyatt appeared, biting back a smile as he took in my mini dress. “So, on a scale of tipsy to shift-faced—where are we at?”
I groaned.
