“I can’t,” I said.
“You can’t?” Raye queried.
“I’m having dinner with Brady.”
Raye rolled her eyes. “I thought you two were gonna stop that shit.”
“We are. It’s just friends, as it’s always been just friends.”
Kind of.
Actually, mostly, except the fake flirting/dating part.
“Right,” Raye scoffed.
“I think he just wants to debrief and move on from it,” I said. “Closure.”
“Whatever,” Raye mumbled, then suggested, “Wednesday.”
“No can do on that, too,” I was happy to say.
The longer I delayed, the more time I had to figure out how to get them to stand down.
We’d been successful on all our missions so far. Part of it, I liked to think, was that we were smart, intuitive chicks. Part of it, I worried, was dumb luck.
What I knew was, either way that swung (especially the second way), we wouldn’t stand a chance against John Wick.
“What’s on Wednesday?” Harlow asked.
“Dinner at Mom and Dad’s,” I told her.
“Okay, Thursday.”
Well, dang.
“I can’t do that either,” I said.
Raye was getting irritated, I could tell. “What do you have to do Thursday?”
“Well, uh…”
Both of them stared hard at me.
“Knox and I are going to have a chat.”
Harlow got all happy-face.
Raye got all hope-face.
“I’ve been popping around, making sure he’s fed and hasn’t fallen and can’t get up,” I admitted. Then said firmly, “As friends do.”
“You’ve been…popping around.” Raye drew the last two words out.
“What are you guys talking about?” Jessie came up to our huddle.
“Luna’s been popping to Knox’s house and taking care of him,” Harlow chirped.
Jessie swung to me. “Really?”
