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"All of us."
She raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "I'm going to find a job. Even if I have to work construction, I'll find something. As long as you're in this with me." She held out her pinkie. When we were kids we used to hook our pinkies together and call it the Donovan sister promise—unbreakable. I didn't hesitate but hooked mine with hers.
"Donovan pinkie promise," we both said and then shook.
"You need anything?"
She hesitated and then gave me a wry grimace. "I think I'm getting those pregnancy cravings. Now that I'm not puking all the time, I'm constantly hungry. I'd kill for McDonald’s fries and a Coke."
"I'll get it." Finn appeared at the doorway. "Hey, Ivy, how you doing?"
Ivy didn't even look surprised or interested. "Oh, hey, you're here. I'm fine," she said uncharitably.
"But hungry." He was unperturbed. "Want to make a McDonald's run, Winter?"
"Sure." I turned back to Ivy, whose normally open face was inscrutable. "Medium? Large?"
"Large, but do you have to go, Winter? Finn's perfectly capable of driving a half mile by himself, right, Finn?"
"Nope. I'm pretty worthless without Winter."
"I'm sick and pregnant," she snapped.
"You said you weren't sick, only hungry."
My head bobbed between the two of them in confusion. Was Ivy mad that I was leaving her or going with Finn?
"Ready, baby?" he asked me and held out his hand.
I looked back at Ivy, who was glaring openly at both of us. It was five minutes, ten at tops, and it seemed that since Finn was doing the favor, I should go with him. Or that's how I justified it to myself.
"We'll be back soon," I assured Ivy.
"Fine," she muttered. "Leave me then."
Mystified at Ivy's tantrum, I took Finn's hand and went back to his truck.
"What was that all about?" he asked when he climbed into the driver's seat.
"I don't know. I thought maybe you would."
He started the engine. "No idea, but she really didn't want you to go with me."
I had no answers, so I asked what he was doing tomorrow. He winced. "Paperwork. Small flip jobs like mine require a few bills to about four subcontractors. A project like Riverside requires a mountain of paperwork, which I hate."
"Not my thing either," I admitted. While I liked things orderly, I couldn’t imagine a worse job than sifting through papers and bills all day. I resented even having to work the front desk and filling out the commission forms that Tucker required us to keep. He was a paperwork fiend. I blamed that on his law school training as well.
The McDonald’s was barely far enough for us to justify the drive. Finn put the order in for the largest Coke and fries they had. "Want anything?"
I nodded, because who didn't love the greasy french fries hot from the fryer and loaded with salt. "Make mine a small. I don't have the eating-for-two thing going for me."
On the way back, Finn was clearly thinking of something. He tapped the steering wheel absently and ate half my french fries. I made a mental note to order a large next time so I could actually get more than five fries.
"What would you think if I offered Ivy a job?"
"Doing what?"
"The paperwork. I could get Mal to come in and set up some firewalls so she'd only have access to non-essential things. No bank accounts or credit cards. But she could file, fill out permits, follow-up on stuff. Do secretarial work. I could put her on the payroll, and she'd be covered under the group health plan. She did that shit for your dad before he died."
