“Hmm.” Inari grabbed the bottle of wine and poured herself another.
“Well, they must mean something if they keep coming around,” Ayla pointed out.
“Audiemar was lonely after Jane died, and so was Kong with Twyla. Two more fucked up individuals. He moved back in here because he couldn’t live with her ghost in their house. Nayelli, like Jane, took advantage of his grief. I don’t care what they say.”
“Can I have a piece of chicken for the road?” Coast pleaded.
“Girl, here.” Ayla picked up a drum she’d already sliced off the bird and placed it in a napkin for Coast. “I’ll make sure to put you a plate up for later.”
“Thank you.” Coast bit into the chicken, and groaned. “Oh, my God. So much flavor!”
“Okay, preggo.” Inari snickered, tipping her glass to her lips.
“I actually used my own seasoning I created to marinate the chicken. Something I like to call Velvet Crack, and the other one is Midnight Garlic.” Ayla eyed her sister guzzling the alcohol. “You might want to slow down on that. You’re almost an hour from home,” Ayla warned.
“Shit, she can pick a room to pass out in.” Mozzi leaned toward Coast with his mouth open so he could have a bite, and she held the drum up for him. “We’ll be back later.” He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her toward the entryway.
“Ayla, you need to be selling those damn seasonings. I have never tasted anything so damn good in my life!” Coast shouted over her shoulder.
“Bye,” Ayla sang after them with a smile.
She knew Coast and Mozzi hadn’t been together that long, but it was something so pure and entertaining to watch between them. You never knew what they were going to say, and it kept them all in stitches at their banter. Coast was cool, and the moreshe got to know her, the more she liked her. She could tell Inari was also on protective big sister mode with her too.At least somebody was happy.
