He did—“What?”
“He thought it was a fly.” Harmony grabbed April’s hand. “Simone sent me to get you.”
“Did he get stung?” Single-focused now, April started heading out without a backward glance.
Of course, he got stung. One didn’t eat a bug with a stinger without getting stung.
Crap. Jack. April turned back to him. “I’ve got a problem to deal with—”
“It sounds like you’ve got a lot on your plate,” Jack said, all sweet and gentlemanly. “Why don’t we just plan on catching up during dinner.”
“Or, you know, breakfast?” April said, rushing behind Harmony and not giving him a chance to respond.
If marriage had taught her anything, it was that sometimes this was the only way to win a compromise discussion.
April made it halfway across the street before Kitty was chasing after her. “April!”
She turned. “Kitty, I’ve got to get to Rohan.”
“I’ll walk with you.” Kitty did a little jog to catch up with April, her nail polish nearly bouncing right out of her cleavage. “Because Jack needs to borrow your shower tomorrow morning.”
April paused. There in the middle of the street. She paused. “What?”
“Why does she keep saying that?” Kitty asked Harmony.
Harmony lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know.”
“Walk and talk, people,” April said, still hurrying to Simone’s house and her bee-eating kid.
Kitty waved her hands like she was drying her nails while conversing. “I’m going to make sure there’s no hot water at my place. Jack will need a shower.” She leaned in like they were conspiring—which, it should be noted, they were not. “At your place.”
April brushed a stray hair from her forehead. Kitty could not read a room to save a life. “You have got to stop whatever this is you’re trying to do.”
“I am trying to get you over whatever this is that’s making you all tragic.”
April huffed a breath. Stalling her momentum only a second. “I am not tragic.”
“You won’t be when I’m done.” She flashed two perfect rows of white teeth in an expression of pure maniacal Kitty.
“Kitty,” April stretched her name.
Kitty slammed her hands on her waist, somehow having the presence of mind to spread her fingertips up so the polish didn’t get wrecked. “If my water heater breaks tomorrow around five a.m., do you mind if Jack borrows a shower at your house? Since you are my favorite neighbor and it would be neighborly?”
April sighed. “You know I would never refuse such a request. But Kitty. Don’t do it.”
Kitty said nothing. She just turned and strutted back to her house.
Back to Jack.
Chapter Ten
“It’s okay. It’s microfiber.”
—Overheard at Moms’ Night Out
April
Rohan hadn’t eaten a bee. He’d eaten a flying insect that looked a whole lot like a bee but wasn’t. She knew this thanks to the regurgitation of the insect. Raise the roof for fake bees. A fake bee that April thanked tremendously for buying her time to get her house together last night.
