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“I do the same thing,” I said with a smile. “This was really sweet of you guys. Do you want to stay for dinner?”
“Can’t,” Brooklyn said. “Slash is taking me out.”
“And Jazz and I are going to my parents’ house for dinner.” Brielle sighed. “We better go.”
“Why? If we get there now, that gives Angie more time to ask you about your love life,” Jazz pointed out.
“My pitiful, pitiful love life.” Brielle said and then shook her head.
“Speaking of love life,” Jazz said. “Waverly, I heard you have a cutie patootie of a boyfriend.”
“Jazz,” Brooklyn whispered.
“What?” Jazz shrugged her shoulders. “I want to see pictures.”
“I’ve got some on my phone.” Waverly pulled her cell from her back pocket and rushed to Jazz, ready to show off Dylan.
“He’s got the eyes of a poet,” Brooklyn commented when Waverly showed her the phone. “Are you going to bring him to the barbecue on Friday?”
“There’s a barbecue on Friday?” Waverly asked.
“We might not go,” I interjected.
“You have to go!” Brielle said. “I’m going. And I never get to go to these things because of my overprotective brothers.”
“I’ll beg,” Jazz said.
“Don’t punish your friends by trying to punish me for getting suspended,” Waverly said.
I arched a brow. “Don’t we have to at least pretend you’re grounded?”
“Duke told me what that douche Cal Riskin said to you,” Jazz said. “You deserve a medal. And at least three hot dogs at the barbecue.”
“Duke told you?” Waverly asked. “When?”
Jazz nodded. “This morning. When he came into Pie and the Sky to get a muffin and coffee for Willa.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right.” Waverly nodded. “He asked me for my keys.”
“How was the coffee?” Jazz asked. “I added more caramel this time.”
“It almost made me violently ill it was so sweet,” I said.
“So, a dollop more.” Jazz nodded. “Got it.”
The three of them left and I closed the door after them.
“Thanks, by the way,” I said to Waverly. “For letting me sleep in.”
“You needed it,” she said.
“Well, it was thoughtful.”
“You say that like I’m incapable of being considerate,” she joked. “Thank God for them. I was really worried we were going to have to eat a salad.”
“Son of a biscuit,” I muttered as my eyes scanned the email on my phone.
“Everything okay?” Laura asked as she came around the counter at Leather and Ink.
