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That’s not true. Mòr and Kenna and Connell like you.
“I hardly know them.”
Dixon turned the page, continuing to scribble. Tristan and Katia keep me up too.
“And Blair?” she whispered, spinning back around to catch his face.
A grin flitted across it.
“You and Tristan have people in your life, good people, while every part of my life feels like it’s been ripped into shreds. I can’t take anything else happening to me for a while. I just need to know that my father’s okay.”
It’ll get better.
“Did it get better for you? Is that why you keep wandering away from the shop?”
Is that what Tristan told you?
Lila nearly screamed. After she left the shop, she’d not miss this, both Dixon and Tristan endlessly asking questions about the other. “You should talk with him yourself.”
Dixon chewed on his lip. I like the oracle’s compound. It feels like I’m home again, but better. It’s the same feeling I get when I’m around you.
“I know what you mean.”
I’ve missed you. Don’t go away again.
“As long as you don’t drag me back here. You can come over to my place when I get one.”
You’re not going back to your mother’s compound?
“I’m not ready for that.”
Dixon considered her answer, but he did not press further. So what did you mean by good people? Do you think Blair is good, then?
Lila’s mouth twitched.
He prodded her in the ribs. I’m going to keep poking until you talk.
Lila batted his hand away when he nudged again. After she flinched and didn’t answer, he tossed away his notepad with a splat upon the floor, poking her in the same spot. At the last moment, his finger shot up and waggled under her armpit, twisting under her shirt. His skin skittered against hers, causing an involuntary tremor.
“Dixon, stop,” she squealed, giggling.
He shook his head, his finger aiming for the spot once more. Hopping atop her, he pinned her abdomen to the bed under his bare thighs, both hands tickling, careful not to sit upon her with his full weight.
She squealed again, thrashing on the bed, dodging him as she reached for his midsection. “Stop it, Dixon.” She laughed, her fingers skittering up his chest to his pits. “Stop it!”
“Ahhh,” he exclaimed, jumping off her when she touched a ticklish ridge on his side.
They stared at one another, a showdown, hands at the ready, fingers twitching. “I know where to touch you now.” She snickered. “Come here, grasshopper.”
He shook his head, the echo of a laugh still on his lips.
Suddenly he lunged.
Lila giggled and dodged.
She didn’t move fast enough.
Two fast hands sank under her arms, leaving her squealing and thrashing and gasping.
