Raven wags a finger at them. “What did I tell the pair of you about roughhousing first thing in the morning?”
“Tatami!”
The boy bows, and Amy ruffles his hair.
“Juice or milk, sweetie?” she asks.
The gentleness of her voice catches me off guard. I’ve never seen her look so tender before.
“Both!”
“Wrong answer. One or the other, buddy.”
“Milk.”
The kid climbs onto Charlotte’s lap and side-eyes me with that same spine-chilling look I know all too well from his aunt.There’s definitely a family resemblance.
“I’m Joey, and I’m a boy.”
“You’re a big boy, that’s for sure! I’m Lewis.”
I hold out a fist, and after a moment’s thought, he bumps my knuckles before curling back into Charlotte’s chest, while Amy slides over a glass of milk. Our eyes meet, and she gives me the smallest of nods.
Time to go.
“Thanks for the coffee,” I say, getting to my feet. “It was great to meet the Hitman gang. Especially so early in the day.”
“You don’t want more coffee? I didn’t even get the chance to ask you stuff!”
“Charlotte…” Amy shoots her a warning look.
“Fine.” She holds her hands up. “I guess Raven can fill me in. See you around, Lewis.”
“Have a good one.”
I trail Firebird to the front door, and once we reach the car, she goes in for the kill.
“Coffee with my sister? Are you out of your freaking mind?”
“She went for me, man!”
“Fuck.” She rubs her face. “You really know how to drag a girl down, don’t you?”
“So, let me get this straight—you live with your sis, her son, and her wife?”
“Theirson,” she corrects.
“Joey adopted?”
“Raven carried him, but they’re both his moms.”
There’s an edge to her voice that’s got me curious, and though I know Amy never gives me straight answers, I decide it’s worth a shot.
“Oh, I get it. So, they went to a sperm bank, and they—”
“That’s not what happened.”
I wait for her to go on, but she doesn’t.She can be so freaking annoying.I don’t normally like to pry, but Amy is an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a riddle, and it’s too much for me to stand.
