“And Bandit gets food and water and no one tries to cuddle him like he’s emotionally available?”
Regan’s mouth twitched. “I’ll warn everyone he’s basically Mason with fur.”
Sienna glanced at me.
I crossed my arms. “Cat’s meaner.”
“Debatable,” she said.
There she was again. Fire over fear.
Regan stepped closer and held out her hand, palm up. “Keys.”
Sienna clutched them like Regan had asked for a kidney.
“No.”
Regan waited.
Sienna looked at me. “Don’t look smug.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re always a little smug. It’s just sitting there on your face.”
“That’s my face.”
“My condolences.”
Amber made a delighted noise. “I love her.”
Regan wiggled her fingers. “Keys, Sienna.”
Sienna inhaled through her nose, slow and controlled. Then she dropped the keys into Regan’s hand like it physically pained her.
Regan closed her fist around them. “Good girl.”
Sienna immediately pointed at her. “No.”
Regan grinned. “Noted.”
I pushed off the truck and grabbed my Henley from where it hung through the open window. “You done negotiating custody?”
Sienna looked at me like she’d forgotten the worst part was still waiting.
My bike.
Her mouth tightened. “No.”
“Yes,” I said.
“I haven’t agreed.”
“You handed over your keys.”
“To Regan. Not to you.”
“You need to get to Santa Fe.”
