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I’d win a room clearing contest any day of the week. No sweat.
Carly whirled around, knife in hand. “Seriously? That’s what you announce in front of everyone?”
I shrugged. “Just making conversation.”
“Right. Conversation. Jesus.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe you sometimes, Ame.”
“So, how about those Yankees?” Tray asked no one in particular.
“They suck.” Kizzy flopped on the couch in her typical dramatic fashion, blond ringlets bobbing. “Sox all the way, baby.”
“What was his name anyway? The Salad Hut guy you’re sleeping with? Or do you like someone else now? Since you’re keeping your options open. Way open,” I added.
“Christ on a cracker, are you trying to make me sound like the whore of Brooklyn or what?”
“It’s whore of Babylon,” Slater said. “It’s actually a Biblical reference to—”
“Oh my fucking God. I hate all of you.” Carly tossed her spatula into the sink. “Make your own damn dinner.” She stomped down the hall into the bathroom and slammed the door.
“Wow. Way to make us starve, Mia.” Kizzy shook her head and pulled out her cell. “Who’s up for some Wonder Pizza?”
“What the fuck is Wonder Pizza?” Slater asked, sitting down at the table across from me. He was still clutching Tray’s head. Well, the photo of it.
“It’s something we’re not eating.” Tray glanced at me, his eyebrow lifted. “You going to deal with that or shall I?”
“Don’t use that tone with me,” I muttered, feeling more ashamed than if he’d called me a dozen names. “She’s my sister.”
“And you fucked up. So, go fix it.”
So easy. Go fix it. Right. He didn’t know my sister when she had a full head of mad going. Deserved mad in this case.
I glanced at Giovanni, who was still talking quietly to Vey. There was a small chance he hadn’t even been paying attention to the little show I’d just put on.
So much for saving Carly’s virtue, which wasn’t mine to monitor in any case. She was a grown woman. I’d managed to ease off on the Giovanni thing after the insanity at the club the other night, but apparently I’d had just enough time this week to pull back on my old armor.
“Sorry, everyone.?
?? I got to my feet, sliding a glance at Tray. “This is your fault.”
“Oh yeah? How you figure?”
“You got into that dumb spat with Slater last night. Your dickish ways rubbed off.” I jammed an elbow in his side just for fun as I passed.
“Did she just say she rubbed off his dick?” Kizzy asked.
“She probably could with as much as they do it.” Slater made a crude hand gesture and Kizzy howled like a loon.
I ignored them both and went down the hall to knock on the bathroom door. “Let me in, Carly Ann.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Well, then. Not the best sign. “I’m sorry. Okay?”
She pried open the door and stuck her face in the crack. “No, it’s not okay. It’s none of your business. Do you understand that? Who I have sex with is my choice. Mine.”
“Fine. Unless it’s Jessie Pavelka.” I crossed my arms. “Then we’re going to have words.”
Her brow wrinkled. “Who?”
