“What movie did you have in mind?” Kierra asked.
“Hotel Transylvania,” Simone confirmed.
“That’s a safe one.”
“Compared to Anthony’s suggestion, it is,” Simone said with a roll of her eyes.
“Do I even want to know?”
Simone shook her head, and Kierra followed her to the kitchen, laughing.
“Are you sure you’ll be able to go trick-or-treating with your leg?” I asked Anthony.
“That’s what golf carts are for, Gomez. I picked up a 6-seater on Saturday. We can make it work.”
“Does it come with seat belts?” I inquired nervously, entering the garage with counterfeit me.
“Relax, Jon. Everything will be fine.”
“This coming from a man who was ejected from a vehicle and left with permanent disabilities,” I drawled.
“Simone says my scars are sexy.”
“She has to say that,” I insisted.
“You’re just jealous that I make a better Jonathan Baker than you. By the way, congrats, man.”
“On?”
“Winning the settlement for Kierra.”
“Not to be a pompous bastard, but that was a given. You just have to think outside the box.”
“Hmph. How’s it going on the other front?”
“What other front?”
“How is it going with you and Kierra?”
I scratched the back of my head while I considered what to say. “Things with Kierra are going good.”
“But?”
“There is no but,” I lied.
“There’s always a but with you, Jon. What’s going on?”
“I told her I loved her last night.” A strangled noise came from him. “I shouldn’t have said it. It’s too soon, right?”
“That’s not for me to say. Everyone has their own timeline. What did she say?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I said it to her when she was dozing off. She responded, and she sounded like one of the zombies fromShaun of the Dead.”
“So, there’s a chance she didn’t comprehend what you said.”
“It’s possible. For all I know, she could’ve said, ‘Oh, that’s nice.’”
“Come on. You have to give Kierra more credit than that. She has to love you at least a little to put up with your Eliza drama.”