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“Sorry.”
“I’m kidding. Nothing can kill my buzz. Those mojitos arestrong.”
“Take a few penis pastries for the road,” Brooklyn said. “I baked far too many.”
“Waverly!” I called. “Let’s go!”
I tossed her my keys and then carried out the hoard of baked goods Brooklyn insisted I take.
“See you guys later,” Mia called out.
The Old Ladies blew a bunch of kisses and waved in our direction as we left. Waverly and I hadn’t discussed what had happened—there was no privacy and I hadn’t wanted to get into it with her until we were alone. So, it had to wait until I was ready to leave the party.
“Were you and Dylan thinking about getting matching tattoos?” I demanded as I climbed into the passenger side.
Waverly waited to answer until she was buckled in and the car was started. “No. It had nothing to do with Dylan.”
“Then what?”
“It was two-fold,” Waverly explained. “One, I wanted a Three Kings Tattoo T-shirt for T-shirt cutting purposes.”
“Right, you’re the trend-setter now.”
“Yeah.” She agreed. “But I wanted to talk to Roman about a tattoo design for you and me.”
“You did?” I asked, glancing at her.
She nodded. “I mean, you have the clover tattoo with Duke and Savage. But we’re sisters. I wanted to share something with you. It was stupid. Never mind.”
“Not never mind. I think it’s—God, Waverly. Are you trying to make me cry?” I suddenly blubbered.
“I think that would be the vodka. I can smell it from over here,” she said with a laugh. “I just wanted it to be a surprise, you know? If I’d known Roman was going to call you about it, I would’ve waited. I know I’ve got a few more years before I can get a tattoo, I just thought it could be something cool to share with you.”
“You sweet little idiot,” I said, wiping my eyes. “You’re impossible to stay mad at.”
“It’s because my motives were pure of heart.”
“Yeah. Okay.” I snorted.
When we got home, I immediately kicked off my heels. Waverly took the pastries from me and set them on the coffee table.
“Forks, immediately,” she commanded.
“I’m working on it,” I said with a laugh, unbuttoning my pants. “I need sweats first.”
“Oh, yeah. Better plan.”
“Let’s change, chill, and devour.”
“And nap.”
“Wow, we sound old. When did we get old?”
After we changed and were sitting with the pastries, I handed her a fork and said, “While we’re being honest about stuff, I think it’s only fair to tell you something.”
“Okay,” she said, turning to look at me.
I took a deep breath. “Here goes. I’m meeting with a lawyer in a few days so I can start the process of becoming your legal guardian. It means having Angel relinquish her parental rights, and I don’t know how that’ll go…but I want to be your legal guardian.”
