“I went to design a motorcycle,” Marie explains, eyes sparkling with excitement.
I’m going to be really pissed if Marie has her parade rained on. Instead Cerenity hums under her breath.
“Are you learning how to ride?” she asks.
“Our friend who is building her motorcycle also taught her while she was in South Dakota,” I explain.
“I wasn’t suggesting that she wasn’t being safe,” Cerenity says. “So who does the other motorcycle belong to?”
“My enforcer,” I say easily.
“I would say it’s adorable that you need one, but Jasper is Tommy’s enforcer, so I can’t,” she says.
“Is Tommy still losing it?” Marie asks.
“He’s worried, but I reminded him that you’re a grown woman,” Cerenity shrugs. “I want to ask how you are, but I feel as if it’s a loaded question.”
“I’m slowly feeling like myself,” she says honestly. “Every day is a new one. At the very least, I’m no longer puking my guts out.”
“Do I want to know?” Cerenity asks.
“I’m not pregnant,” she says. “I doubt that’ll last long around my alphas though.”
“It’s still your body,” Cerenity growls, as if reminding her of this.
“Marie’s stronger than people think, and she can use her words and weapons just fine,” I remind her. “As much as she hates guns, she’s very well versed in how to shoot one.”
“Tommy?” Cerenity asks.
“I learned how to take apart a gun, clean it, put it back together, stand and shoot it at gun point,” Marie sighs. “To say I’m well versed is an understatement.”
Fuck. When she says she had impatient teachers, I didn’t think she meant her brother.
“Wow,” Cerenity says. “I’m enrolling your brother in anger management classes.”
“What’s funny is that he doesn’t have anger issues at work unless something big happens,” Marie explains. “He said the best way to learn is under pressure.”
“If he wants children with me, that won’t be happening,” Cerenity says. “Do I need to know anything else?”
“I’m sure you’d kill him if you did,” Marie says.
“Girl,” Cerenity whispers.
“I’m fine,” Marie reassures her. “There are a lot of reasons why I don’t spend much time with him.”
“Well, I’m going to give him a lobotomy and see if that helps,” Cerenity says, getting up. “Don’t be a twatwaffle, Wilder.”
“Since I don’t know what that is, I’ll be sure not to be,” I tell her.
Cerenity rolls her eyes and leaves, just in time for the waiter to return with our water and food. I have a feeling he stayed away while we talked.
“She’s…intense,” I breathe.
“I love Cerenity,” Marie grins. “She’s good for my brother. Jasper is just as much of a knucklehead, so she keeps them honest.”
“They’re criminals,” I snort.
“Who is the pot calling the kettle black?” she asks, teasing me as she begins to eat.
