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Mila’s face blanches. “No bad words. Pinkie promise.”
Eve walks over to her and pulls her against her leg. “All right, say hello to your father.”
When Mila doesn’t look surprised, I realize that Eve must told her beforehand. Which means that this four-year-old was testing the waters with me.
“Hello,” Mila stares at me. Then without a second thought, she blurts out, “Macy’s dad takes her to eat ice cream.”
She gives me an expectant look, and I find myself walking on unstable ground. “That’s, uh, Macy’s a lucky girl.”
“He also took her to Disneyland.”
Eve sighs. “Mila.”
Mila looks up at her mother and then her small shoulders droop in an exaggerated movement. “Sorry.”
Remembering the bag in my hand, I hold it out to her. “This is for you.”
“What do you say?” Eve looks down at the little girl, who grips the doll to her chest.
She beams at me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She runs off with the doll, and I stare after her. “She called me weird and a boy-toy.”
Eve looks amused. “I’ll talk to her. But if she’s talking to you, that means she’s comfortable around you. Besides, Ron has rubbed off on her.”
She leads me to the kitchen, which is huge.
Ron is on the phone when we walk in, and he looks at Eve. “You mind if I skip dinner? Mark’s mom needs to be picked up from t
he airport, and she called me.”
Eve blinks, and the man pleads. “She never calls me, Eve. I have to.”
“Yeah, sure.” The words are barely out of her mouth before Ron flees.
“Who’s Mark?” I ask, standing in the doorway, hands tucked in my pockets.
Eve tastes what was apparently the chili and then replies, “Ron’s boyfriend.”
“Ron’s gay?” I speak out loud. “Of course he’s gay. Friendly. A little weird, though.”
Eve points the spoon at me, her eyes glinting. “Don’t tell him that. He takes it as a compliment.”
I am in her territory, so I study the kitchen.
Whoever built this place must have had enjoyed cooking because this whole room is a dining-area-slash-kitchen. It is massive.
“How long have you lived with Ron?”
Eve gives me a sharp smile. “Pretty much since you knocked me up.”
If I feel the sting, I don’t let it show.
She is being courteous enough, but one could never tell with Eve.
I look at her form. All that dancing toned her legs, and I have to force my eyes away from the long sleek lines to pay attention to what she is saying. “…difficulty in finding the place?”
