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Waverly’s lips twitched. “Upstairs. She’s primping.”
Sailor appeared in the kitchen a moment later, her cheeks rosy, her eyes lacquered with mascara, and gloss on her lips. “I’m ready to go.”
Waverly looked at her. “Finally.”
Sailor rolled her eyes. “Hi, Sutton. Bye, Sutton.”
I waved.
“You guys think you’ll be back for dinner?” Brooklyn asked.
“Not sure,” Waverly said. “Depends on Willa.”
Brooklyn nodded.
“Bye,” Waverly said, pushing against Sailor’s hip to get her moving toward the door.
The two of them gabbed all the way to the front hall. Eventually, the door opened and then closed, and I couldn’t hear them anymore.
“Primping because of Acid?” I asked Brooklyn.
“You know it,” Brooklyn said. “He may or may not be at the hospital when she gets there. Poor girl can’t hide her crush even a little bit.”
“Being a teenager is the worst,” I said. “You’re trying to be an adult but you’re not yet and no one takes you seriously.”
“The in-between.”
I went to the sink and washed my hands. “Okay, put me to work. Let’s make some food.”
* * *
“Did you see Raze and Rach at the funeral?” I asked as I finished off the last of my tea.
Brooklyn lifted her leg and rested it on a spare chair in the kitchen.
We’d been cooking for hours and were enjoying a much-needed break.
“I saw them talking,” Brooklyn said. “You think something’s there?”
“I think somethingcouldbe there,” I said. “Another cup of tea?”
“Yeah, that would be great,” she said, moving to get up.
“Stay,” I commanded. “I’ll get it.”
I filled the kettle with more water and turned on the stove.
“Something smells good,” Slash said as he and Viper came into the kitchen.
“That would be the chicken and dumplings,” Brooklyn said, tilting her face up to receive Slash’s kiss.
“Do I get any of that, or is that for Willa and Darcy?” Slash asked. He crouched down next to Brooklyn’s chair and placed his hand on her swollen belly.
“Both,” Brooklyn said. “We made extra. You hungry now?”
“No. Just coming in to get something to drink before I head back out to the garage.”
“How’s the motorcycle?” she asked.
