Page 31 of A Lick and A Promise
“Okay, we’ll do that.”
“Right. Got somewhere you’re dying to go?”
“Not really.”
“The Porch. Six.”
Of course he’d pick a sports bar.
Fortunately, he picked a good one.
I could hear Dream’s car in the drive, perfect timing.
“I’ll see you there. And Dream’s home so I gotta do the handover.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Later, Brady.”
“Later, Loon.”
We rang off.
Dream came in looking, well…dreamy.
Shit, maybe that Reiki crap worked.
“Hey,” I greeted as the kids raced (or Dusk raced, Feather waddled, fell down and got up) to her crying, “Mommy!”
“How were they?” She did not greet me, but she did bend to scoop up both her kids in a move I’d seen many times before, I was still impressed.
“Harmony’s asleep. Dusk and Feather, as you can see, are ready for Momma to read a book and bedtime. How was Reiki?”
“Good,” she mumbled between planting kisses back and forth on the tops of their heads.
Dusk was trying to push her away with an ornery expression on his face.
Feather was giggling.
“So,” I began, “this is the gig. You do Reiki every Monday, either Mom or Dad, both of them or I come and look after the kiddos.”
She put the kids down and narrowed her eyes at me.
“Or, if that’s too much, every other week,” I went on.
“I’m not your charity case.”
“Sister, it’s two hours on a Monday night,” I pointed out.
“Every other week, I can go on my own because my babies are with their dads.”
Oh yeah.
Right.
“So, why don’t you?” I asked.
“Because I’m saving to buy a house, all right?” she snapped, like we hadn’t been conversing for about a minute and a half, but instead, I’d spent the last eight hours working her last nerve.
