“What about her?”
“She’s outside waiting to speak with you.”
“Outside this house?”
“Yep.”
I threw on the first articles of clothing I could find. A Funshine Care Bears graphic T-shirt and some sweatpants with Whiskey Wild emblazoned on the side. The joggers were part of the merch from our tours. As we made our way downstairs, the few sips of coffee in my stomach was churning. I never expected Darla to show her bitch ass in Hume. My hair was already piled on top of my head so at the first provocation I could get to scrapping.
Outside Darla was leaning on her mother’s car. She looked well rested and was dressed like she was headed to The Grove and not the backroads of our hometown.
“Thanks Edison,” she called.
“Yep.” He kissed his teeth as if a piece of food was wedged in them.
“It’s nice to see you again.” Darla made another attempt to connect with him, but he was Team Fancy and wasn’t impressed.
“I wish I could say the same.” Darla placed her hand on her hip and offered that half smile Edison was convinced was fake. “Well, I’ll leave y’all to it,” he said, returning to the slightly cooler house.
“You look good,” Darla called.
“I look a mess. I just woke up.” I fluffed my curls.
“Your mom told me you were over at Edison’s place. She had to give me directions. I didn’t know he’d bought the Castle Farm.”
I walked down the stairs, sticking close to the porch.
“Are you and Edison a thing now?”
“Why are you here?”
“I come bearing gifts.” She opened her car door and Yeti Spaghetti bounded onto the grass, running toward me at top speed.
“Yeti, oh my God. I’ve missed you.” I rubbed his belly and endured his wet kisses. “How have you been? Are you okay?”
“He’s fine. I just thought you’d like to see him.”
“How fucking kind. Well, that makes up for everything,” I quipped.
“I thought it best if we talk face to face.”
“Are you ready to answer the question I texted you and you ignored for days?”
Darla rolled her eyes. “Will you let me explain my side?”
I inched closer and Yeti moved in step with me. “I know you’re not givingmeattitude. I know the woman who fucked my boyfriend ain’t popping off at the mouth. The fact that I didn’t jump off the porch and whoop your tired ass?—”
“Don’t act like you’re blameless in all this.”
“If we are doling out blame, I’ll take a portion for being a dizzy bitch. But the lion share goes to you and Chap.”
“I didn’t come here to fight.”
“Well then you wasted a trip, cause all I have are these fists.” I crept closer.
Surrendering hands in the air, she shouted, “It was a mistake.”
“Which part? The part when you were sucking my man’s dick. Or the part where you got caught?”
