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“No, Row,” Mark murmured, another kiss placed on the top of her head. “It’syouthat’s wonky, babe.”
Rowena looked up at him. “You think so?”
“I’m pretty sure,” Mark answered patiently, something that I was going to have to learn if this was their norm.
Gesturing towards me again, Rowena said, “I’ll read you when I’m not wonky.”
I pulled Landry closer to me. “I appreciate you waiting until you’re no longer in a wonky state.”
“Right?” she drawled out. “That is very nice of me.”
“Are you here to take me home?” Landry asked, pulling my attention away from her drunk psychic friend.
“Yeah, baby,” I answered. “I’m here to take you home.”
“Rush?”
“Yeah?”
“I lost my job today,” she said as a matter of fact.
“I think, technically, you quit, baby,” I corrected.
“Rowena said I could live with her and Mark if I don’t want to become a live-in babysitter for Purdie and Thaddeus,” she informed me. “You know, in case I go through all my savings before I find another job. Rowena promised me that I won’t be homeless.”
“Landry, I’m not going to let you become homeless,” I assured her.
“That’s nice of you, but I’m an independent woman, Rush,” she announced, and when I looked over at Mark, he just looked back at me with a see-what-I-mean look. “I can’t let you support me. That’d make me a gold-digger.”
Christ.
“Mark supports Rowena,” I reminded her. “That’s what you told me.”
Landry rolled her eyes hard enough to make me choke out a laugh. “That’s different.”
“Oh, this I need to hear,” Mark murmured.
“They’re married,” Landry explained, making no goddamn sense. “Besides, it took him months just to get a first date with her.” My girl gave a very unladylike snort. “Rowena’s definitely not a gold-digger.” Landry turned, then pointed a finger at Mark. “He’s lucky to have Rowena as his wife.”
“Yes, I am,” Mark immediately agreed.
“Letting me support you does not make you a gold-digger, Landry,” I told her. “It makes me a man that takes care of his girl.”
Her blue eyes widened. “Am I your girl?”
Mark laughed under his breath, and that was my cue to get this drunk woman out of here. Besides, there was only one fool in an argument with a drunk person, and it wasn’t the drunk person. Logic had no place here tonight, and my best bet was to get Landry home, and stuff some aspirin down her throat before putting her to bed.
“Yes, Landry,” I said, grabbing her hand, threading my fingers through hers. “You’re my girl.”
She looked over at Rowena and Mark. “Did you hear that? I’m his girl.”
“I did,” Rowena replied, another huge grin on her face.
“Rush Crawford called me his girl,” Landry repeated, and Mark just gave me that look again.
“Okay, my wasted girl, I think it’s time to go,” I told her.
“Okay,” she replied easily. “I’m ready.”
