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“Kickass woman who dominated in the ‘70s.” She lifted her fist proudly, which was weird for many reasons, but the fact she also didn’t like softball was the most important. Understanding the look I was giving, her she grabbed for a sugar cookie this time. “Just because I didn’t like baseball, doesn’t mean I can’t proudly applaud anyone who’s a kickass bitch in their field.”
I smiled. She had a point.
“Excuse me? Ma’am?”
We both turned to see a short, balding, construction worker, standing at the French doors. Bethan looked at me to remind me I was the ma’am he was talking to…because I was…duh.
“Yes? Is everything okay?”
He nodded and handed me a slip. “This is the invoice for the other supplies.”
Wiping my hands, I took it, and Bethan leaned in, nosily trying to read it too.
“Fourteen grand for glass? Glass what?!” I gasped, but before he could reply, the paper was snatched away by Levi, who was now wearing a red sox baseball cap backwards on his head. He nodded as he read over it. Then pulled out a blank check from his back pocket. He patted his pockets for a pen and Tristan handed him one while taking one of the cookies.
“Here you go; use whatever is leftover for the … other stuff,” he said, handing him a check and leaving me to watch fourteen grand walk out a pair of white French doors to the unknown.
“What are you building out there? That costs fourteen grand?” I asked him.
“It’s more than that, but didn’t someone say we aren’t joining bank accounts until a time, which you have not yet given.” He winked and took one of the cookies. When he did, paused chewing slowly.
“What? Is it bad?” I asked.
“Thea these are—”
“Just practice ones.” Levi cut Tristan off taking a couple cookies while Tristan stole juice boxes. Levi kissed my cheek; “Keep at it, we’ll get rid of these for you.”
“Hey!” I hollered as they made a run for it, laughing. “At least take napkins or something!”
“Children in a grown men bodies.” Bethan shook her head as she ate a cookie and I crossed my arms. “What?”
“These are for your daughter!”
She frowned. “Kids get everything.”
I laughed at her. Everyone in our families were kids apparently. I moved to get a new tray and more batter.
“How much you want to bet he’s making an indoor baseball field out there?” Bethan asked after the boys left the room.
I groaned. I doubted that was the case, but I was tired of baseball. “Why do they love baseball so much? Other than the obvious.”
“They played in college, didn’t you know?”
I frowned because I didn’t, and Levi and I had talked about college a lot. “Only for the first season; they both got in some fight. Levi hurt his shoulder. Tristan was bruised up, but nothing that bad. He felt guilty, though, since he was the one driving.”
Putting down the knife, I just stared at her, shocked. “Why has no one told me about this?”
“I think they’re sworn to secrecy or something.”
“What?”
“I’m serious. I didn’t find out for a while after it happened either. And when I’d asked Levi about it, he’d said not to worry. Tristan had just said it was his fault, and Levi had forgiven him. Pretty much it. Guys are weird like that.
I tried to think of what they could have possibly fought over, but nothing came to mind. This would bug me. And not only because I didn’t know all the details, but because Levi had never thought to tell me in the first place.
“These are for Bellamy, remember?” I said, as she grabbed another cookie from the plate. “You’re crazy … you know that. If you eat all of this, how will you face those women tomorrow?”
She froze, slowly putting juice back down on the kitchen counter. “I hate them so much. I know I’m not supposed to say that. But Thea … I. Hate. Them.”
