“Never happening.”
“Have you ever considered being a single mom?”
“No. I liked having a dad too much to not give my kid one, too.”
“What if you made a kid with one of the club guys who doesn’t want to get married? Your kid could have a dad, but it wouldn’t be a gross rando.”
Drinking her coffee, Goldie mumbled, “I think that’s Cher’s plan after she gets better and travels the world.”
“I thought she wanted a bird?”
“That’s Stevie.”
“Oh, well, birds are cool.”
For the next hour, Goldie and I dicked around on our phones, looking at pictures of birds and their necessities. We both decided we didn’t want birds.
After breakfast, we rode over to the Sabine Women’s Center to deal with a drama related to a woman in one of our safehouses. I scared off the guy by staring at him while Goldie made threats. Though the guy looked like a dweeb, these situations were taken extra seriously ever since Elle was forced to shoot an asshole looking for his abused wife and kids.
As Goldie and I rode around town, I tried to picture Nova’s dead husband. I had no idea what he looked like. I assumed he wasn’t an ugly bastard since his daughters were beautiful, and they clearly inherited some of his looks.
Our ride was interrupted by my vibrating phone. No one called me unless something bad was happening. I picked up to find Exile on the line.
“Come to my house.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Just get over here.”
If anyone else talked to me that way, I’d shove my foot up their ass. But I planned to play nice with Exile until he got over his aggressive behavior or I put a ring on Nova’s finger, whichever came first.
Goldie decided to join me. We rode outside of Little Memphis’s downtown area and toward Sleepy Eye Community.
“I don’t need you to hold my hand,” I told Goldie as we climbed off our rides in front of Lula’s house.
“What if you need my big sister armor against Exile’s big brother hostility?”
I smiled down at my five-foot-four sister. Goldie wasn’t in the least bit intimidating. Her face was too pretty. No matter how many punches she threw, she couldn’t intimidate a man. They only saw a cute chick with a mean temper.
That was the look Exile gave her when she stepped in front of him and scowled.
“What did you need?” I asked Exile.
“Nova is upset.”
Frowning, I asked, “About what?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon?” Goldie demanded.
Lula appeared from behind Exile and smiled at her fellow fox. “Let’s allow the men to wag their dicks while you and I talk about my upcoming honeymoon.”
“But you just had a honeymoon.”
“No, I went to a hotel for a few days. Now, we’re flying to an island off Spain.”
“La-di-da,” Goldie taunted, smiling when an irritated Lula bumped her hip.
Once we were alone on the porch, I asked Exile, “Did you upset your sister?”
