Zander stared down at Honey blandly. “Did you ever think that you might be too small? Perhaps you should think about gaining weight.”
“Zander, you can’t say that,” Keira said.
“Everyone stop!” Honey said sharply. “Look.” She pointed right at Angie. And they all stared.
Ammo appeared over Honey’s head and even Miles peeked in.
She frowned and glanced behind her, wondering what they were staring at.
“What is it?”
“You’re . . . you’re smiling.”
“I smile!” Angie protested.
“Not really,” Keira said. “I mean, yeah, you sort of smile, but it never really looks real. Like it’s reached your eyes. But this smile . . . you look happy. Are you happy?”
Hmm. That was debatable.
Was she happy?
Short answer: No.
Long answer: It’s complicated. Yes and no.
She was happy to have some space of her own. But also sad because she missed these guys.
Something she hadn’t realized would happen. They were all insane, but they’d kind of wormed their way into her heart and now . . . yeah, she missed them.
“I guess I’m just happy to see you guys.”
“Aww, she loves us,” Honey said. “Mostly me, though, right? I’m your favorite.”
“Hey! I have to be her favorite!” Keira protested.
They were all ridiculous. But talking to them made her feel better. Keira ended the call after Zander started fussing at her about her bedtime. He’d decided that now that she was pregnant she had to go to bed an hour earlier.
That was not going down well with Keira. To say the least.
Angie thought about telling them about her job search . . . but she felt humiliated. Embarrassed that she couldn’t find a job and support herself.
Plus, she didn’t feel like a Zander lecture. She had been letting him know when she left the house, only because she figured he probably had an alarm on her gate or something.
But knowing him he would probably want to investigate anyone that she even talked to, let alone started working for.
Although she guessed if she got a job she’d need to tell him. Miles had given her a fake identity after she’d come to live with them along with a new social security number. So she was all set.
She just needed the job.
Angie stared at the card again. Screw it. What would it hurt to look into this guy?
Grabbing her laptop, she searched for his name.
Hmm. All right, he had his own website. And a list of credentials.
Shoot she should have asked for the name of the person that he wanted her to work for.
Making a quick decision before she could talk herself out of it, she sent him a message.
