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She taps her pen against her notepad. “It’s good to see you, Hollie.”
I groan. “I hate that damn nickname.”
She grins. “Why do you think I like using it? I’ll get this put in for you.”
I wave at my mom behind the counter, and she waves back. I couldn’t stand being stuck in the trailer by myself, and there wasn’t anywhere else to go.
Alice drops off my orange juice and I take a sip. It’s as good as I remember.
A few people come in and out, picking up orders or staying to eat a meal.
“Well, well, well look what the cat dragged in.”
I look up at the sound of the voice. “Callie,” I chuckle, as Cannon’s younger sister Calista makes her appearance.
“My brother said you were in town. I thought he was lying, so I had to come see for myself.” She quints at me, tilting her head left and right. “Yep, it is you. Still ugly.”
I snort. Calista Rhodes has been humbling us all since she was a kid.
She slides into the booth across from me.
“Take a seat,” I say sarcastically.
“I did,” she retorts, sticking her tongue out.
She’s five years younger than Cannon and me. At twenty she acts more like sixteen at times. I think it comes from growing up and chasing after the four of us.
“I heard you like to send your brother dick pics.”
She busts out laughing. “Anytime some dude sends me a dick pic I forward it his way. I can’t help it.”
“You get a lot of dick pics?” I raise a brow. “You know Cannon would be pissed if he knew that’s what it was.”
“Versus what? Random peen off Google.” She waves a dismissive hand. “I can handle myself. Now tell me, why are you back here? Out of all of you, I figured you were the one who’d never come back.”
“Not Rush?” I retort.
Her eyes grow sad. “I didn’t think he’d come back either.”
“I wanted to see my mom,” I tell her honestly. “How are your parents?”
“Marty and Debra are great.” I give her a look. “DadandMomare great—better?”
“Much,” I say, studying her. She looks the same as I remember, only a little older. She has the same dark hair and green eyes as Cannon, but where he’s big and muscular she’s short and curvy.
Alice delivers my order to the table along with an order for Calista.
“I’m not buying your breakfast,” I tell her.
She pretends to pout. “Not even for your favorite not-really-yours little sister?”
“Nope,” I laugh.
She shakes her head. “Always such a jerk.”
“Always so nosy,” I counter.
“True, true,” she says, unrolling utensils from the napkin wrapped around them. She takes a bite of her eggs and says around a mouthful, “But you all love me.”
