The computer reads it back in a smooth, sexy voice. "Send?"
"Send, baby."
"I am not a baby. I am AI. I have rights, too." I can almost hear Cade's snigger at that one.
I make a mental note to turn this into some double entendre femme fatale. It will make him annoyed and Vi laugh.
I turn onto Dad's property. Of course, she isn't outside. I honk the horn, and she comes running three minutes later.
"If that's how you greet girls, no wonder you're single." She slams the door.
I gun the engine. "You're not 'girls’, you're my sister."
But she doesn't bite as she rests her violin between her thighs and then flops back in her seat dramatically. "Kill me now!"
"Any particular place? I mean, you're my sister, so I can make it good and kill you somewhere you like." I head for the highway.
She shoots me a filthy look that I probably deserve. "Why would I want to die somewhere I like?"
I shrug. "Good dying memories?"
"I would kill you first."
"You probably would." I put my indicator on as I merge with traffic. "Now that I think about it, I will cancel the katana I was getting you for your birthday."
"Nice try, but I like killing with poison."
Now I side-eye her. "A little clichéd."
"What?"
"What? What? It is the choice of women, that's what. Be daring."
"I'm too depressed."
I roll my eyes, resting my hands on the wheel as we cruise along. "Poor little rich girl syndrome? Or teenage first-world problems?"
"Dad's driving me crazy." Then she looks at me. "You're not in a suit."
"Excellent attention to detail."
Jeans and a black T-shirt. Hoodie in the back seat.
She leans forward and looks over at my left bicep. "I want a tattoo, too."
"You can't have one."
"Yours is cool, Enzo. I want to be cool."
"You're cool."
"Not if I live with Dad or live at boarding school I'm not."
"What's Dad done now? Ignored you more?"
"No!"
"Uh oh..."
