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“Sorry about the mess,” Amy said to Amon. “You’ll understand if you ever have kids. You clean up one mess and they’re right behind you destroying your progress.”
“Sonny!” Dale said when he came from the kitchen. “Glad to see you, buddy. I see you brought a friend.”
How had Sonny forgotten how chipper Dale was? If he didn’t know better, he would swear Dale farted out sunshine, because he’d never seen the guy in a bad mood.
“Hey, Dale,” Sonny said with a smile. “How’s things going?”
“Oh, can’t complain. Who would care if I did?” Dale laughed. “Seriously, things are good, but I’m more concerned with how you’re doing.”
It was like Mr. Rogers in khakis and dad sandals. Could someone choke to death from too much goddam cheerfulness?
“Honey, this is Amon. He’s Sonny’s friend,” Amy said as she waved at Amon who stood behind Sonny as if Dale was walking sunshine and would make him combust at any second. Sonny didn’t blame Amon. Dale’s personality really was too damn bright.
“It’s a pleasure.” Dale reached out and shook Amon’s hand. “Welcome to our home.”
“Thank you,” Amon said.
“Dinner is ready,” Amy said. “It’s just chicken with basil.”
Fuck. Chicken. That was the last thing Sonny wanted since that was all Andrew asked for. He wasn’t looking forward to her dry chicken, but he was looking forward to spending time with her. He was close with all his sisters, but Sonny hadn’t been kidding when he’d said she was his favorite.
Amy just always thought he was joking around. He wasn’t.
Growing up they’d been thick as thieves, always getting into mischief together. He couldn’t count how many times they’d been grounded for their shenanigans. In high school, when no one had asked the gay guy to the prom, Amy had demanded to go with him, even though everyone had known they were siblings.
Amy had dared anyone to make fun of them.
No one had.
That was one thing he never understood. His sister was tough-as-nails, and she’d married someone like Dale. It had never made any sense to him, but if she was happy, that was all that mattered to him.
“Um, Amon, can’t—”
“While I’m sure you are a wonderful cook,” Amon said, hijacking the conversation, “I have surgery in the morning and can’t eat anything tonight.”
Surgery? Wow. That was actually a good excuse. Sonny was going to come up with some sort of food allergy, but Amon’s excuse for not eating was even better.
“Oh. What kind of surgery?” Amy asked as she led them into the dining room.
“Personality transplant,” Sonny said.
“I see you two are good friends.” Dale chuckled. “Good one.”
“Just something minor,” Amon replied, acting as if Sonny hadn’t just insulted him.
Sonny wondered why he was being so terse with Amon. He had no clue. Maybe it was to stop himself from lusting after the guy.
Not only was Sonny afraid of getting into a relationship again after Bruce— not that Amon had said anything about a relationship with Sonny—but he didn’t think it would be a good idea to get involved since they lived together. What if it didn’t work out and Amon insisted that Eleazar fire him?
Sonny didn’t think Amon would be the type, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to take that chance.
“Uncle Bunny!” Lizzy ran into the room and catapulted into his arms. Sonny caught her and hugged her. Michael, the two-year-old, toddled into the room, his thumb in his mouth.
Sonny ruffled Michael’s hair then set Lizzy down.
After everyone had been served, Amy poured Amon a glass of wine. “I’m sure wine won’t hurt.”
If only she knew.
