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Poppy held up a hand. “Didn’t he ask someone’s advice when he put in an offer on Ivy’s house?”
“Nope,” they all said in unison.
I exhaled. “You done yet?”
Sheila tapped her chin. “Maybe there was once in high school.”
I stood. “Forget it. I’m leaving.”
With a good-natured laugh, she came around the kitchen counter and wrapped her arm around my waist. “We’re just teasing. I’d love to help you with whatever it is that’s bothering you.”
Greer batted her eyelashes. “And we’d love to use it against you someday.”
I flipped her a middle finger, and Sheila sighed. “All right, you two. Enough.”
Adaline sat down again and rested her chin on her hands. “Ignore Greer. We’re very good at advice.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t ignore Greer because she’s the most qualified to give advice outside of Mom,” I said, to which the sister in question made a victorious fist pump into the air. I rolled my eyes.
Mom’s gaze sharpened. “Well, the only thing Greer and I have in common, that your other sisters don’t, is that we have kids under our care who aren’t ours biologically.”
I clenched my molars together and nodded.
“Oooh,” Greer said. “It’s about Harlow’s daughter. She’s ten, right?”
Again, I nodded.
“What happened?” Mom asked.
“Before I tell you, Cameron said I needed to ask Greer about what happened at Olive’s school when you first married Beckett.”
Greer grimaced, then glanced back at where Olive was still happily coloring. “Wasn’t my best moment, I’ll tell you that.”
“Olive, did Greer get in trouble at your school?” I asked.
The little girl’s head popped up, and she nodded, eyes widening. “She said something bad to a bully, and his parents were really mad.”
Poppy snorted.
“How did I not hear this story?” Adaline asked.
“You live in Seattle,” Greer said. She folded her hands in front of her. “It was nothing. I just … had a minor bout with my temper when a little kid was being mean to Olive and I asked him a simple question.” She shrugged one shoulder lightly. “That’s all.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What was the question?”
The smile she gave me was placid, smooth, and peaceful, and completely fucking terrifying because I knew my sister. “I asked him if he knew what happened if you took a nail gun to someone’s balls. It was a rhetorical question. Not my fault if he heard it as a threat.”
As I stared her down, I slicked my tongue over my teeth. Adaline lost it first, laughing behind the hand covering her mouth.
“That sounds like something you’d say to a bully,” I told her.
She sniffed. “There is nothing wrong with being protective. Especially when that person can’t defend themselves.”
“Agreed.” I folded my arms over my chest. “How’d your husband feel about that?”
Now her smile held a wicked edge. “That answer is not fit for young ears,” she said smoothly. “But he was just fine with it.”
I didn’t think that would be Harlow’s response. But we weren’t married. And the likelihood that I’d overstepped was much greater than what Greer had done for Olive.
