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“Zoe?” I asked.
“I’ll have a turkey sandwich with mashed potatoes.”
“You want the mashed potatoes inside the sandwich, hun?”
Zoe looked up at her with a twinkle in her eye. “Is there any other way?”
“Cranberries too?”
“Of course.”
“You’ve got it.” Lettie turned to me. “And you?”
“I’ll have a hot pastrami sandwich, coleslaw on the side, and a cinnamon roll if you still have one.”
“We still have some.”
“I want one, too,” Zoe exclaimed.
“Two cinnamon rolls,” Lettie smiled. “I’ll bring them out first.”
“And extra icing and butter,” Zoe wheedled.
“Is there any other way?” Lettie winked. “I wouldn’t give you a cinnamon roll without extra icing and butter.” Lettie grinned down at her. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Zoe turned back to me. “Okay, let’s make this quick. When it comes to Drake, he went through heavy shit as a kid in our family. We all did. Shit I really don’t want to talk about. He is loyal and dependable, and he would kill or die for anyone he loves. He’s always been a mouthy buttinsky so it’s easy to say he doesn’t have the skillset to be a psychologist, but really? Really, he totally has the depth and heart to help others. I think this is a wonderful path for him, and I would recommend him for anyone but me. I would giggle too much in his office, but I would totally trust whomever he recommended me to go to. Did that cover it?”
“And did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Go to the person he recommended for you?”
“Luckily, I have the support network I need to get through the surrogate thing, at least so far, but if I don’t, I’ll reach out to him.”
“Here you go.” That time, I didn’t even notice that Lettie was coming our way.
“Thanks, Lettie,” Zoe waved to her as she placed the drinks and the cinnamon rolls in front of us. Then Zoe turned back to me. “Did I pass the mental stability test of our date?”
I winced.
“I—”
“If you try to deny it, I won’t go out with you again. I’m only giving you a pass on this because you’ve got to be careful about who you bring around your kid. But stay sharp, Beckett; I have some tests that you’re going to have to pass.”
“Oh fuck,” I muttered.
“Yep, that’ll be one of them,” she said.
Chapter Thirteen
“He did not!”
“He did too! He absolutely tested me to see if I had my head screwed on straight.” I leaned forward so that my sister Maddie could refill my glass of sangria.
“Subtle he is not,” Angelica said as she allowed Maddie to fill her glass as well. All three of us sat back in our chairs on my deck and took sips of our drinks and tried not to giggle.
We failed.
