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“Harmony.” Elder lays his forehead on mine. “The judge isn’t going to care what you’re wearing. Unless you’re wearing pajamas. She’d probably frown on pajamas in the courtroom.”
Despite the panic building in my chest, I snort. “I’ll have you know I have very nice pajamas.”
His eyes flare. “I know.” He clears his throat. “Which is also why I know your pajamas are not suitable for a courthouse.”
Eek! Courthouse!
“I need a nice outfit. Maybe I should call Moon.” My nose wrinkles. “But she doesn’t dress up any more than I do. And all of Eden’s clothes have grass stains. Then there’s Soleil. All of her clothes have paint stains. I need different friends.”
He squeezes my neck. “You can wear the dress you wore to the celebration of the collaboration betweenEden’s GardenandNaked Falls Brewing.”
“You remember what I was wearing?”
He kisses my nose. “How could I forget? The green brought out the color of your eyes.” He spins me around before patting my ass. “Go change. I’ll feed Robin.”
I start to walk away when I smell something burning. “What am I smelling?”
“The toast!” Elder runs to the kitchen and pops the button on the toaster. Charred bits of what used to be bread pop up.
The smoke alarm blares and Robin screams in response. I grab a broom and lift it up to wave in front of the alarm while Elder dumps the toast in the sink and pours water on it. The alarm stops and my shoulders drop in relief.
“What’s going on in here?” Peace asks as he rushes inside.
“What are you doing here? And how did you get in here?”
“I rang the bell but no one answered.”
I frown. “I didn’t hear the bell.”
“Probably because I disconnected it,” Elder says.
“You disconnected the bell,” I shriek.
“You complained the doorbell woke Robin, so I disconnected it.” He shrugs.
“What if the social worker arrives and we don’t realize it?”
He snorts. “As if you don’t check out of the window twenty million times when you’re expecting her.”
“I do not check out the window twenty million times!”
“Guys!” Peace shouts.
“Do too!”
“Do not!”
“GUYS!”
I snarl at Peace. “What?”
He smiles as he bounces Robin in his arms. “Maybe you can have this argument later?” He checks his watch. “When you’re not on your way to a custody hearing, perhaps?”
I check the clock. “Shit. We’re late. And I need to change. I look like I was wrangling a goat.”
“Youwerewrangling a goat,” Elder mutters.
I point at him. “Shut it, you.”
