Page 34 of A Lick and A Promise
“You want my help getting them down?”
She looked at Feather, her face got soft and so pretty, it was crazy.
Then she said, “I just got them back last night. I wanna do it.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
And since I had grocery shopping to do and another visit to Knox, not to mention Jacques’s nighttime stroll, and it was after seven thirty, I needed to get on with it.
So I instituted part three of my We’re Gonna Be Functional Sisters if It Kills Me, Dammit Plan.
“Text me when you have a post office drop to do. I’ll come by after work and pick up the packages.”
She lifted her head, the soft went out of her face, it screwed up like it did when she was going to say something ugly, but I got there before she could do it.
“Shut up. You’re on my way home from work, and so is the post office, you big dork.”
I watched her struggle to accept my help.
It looked like she was losing.
Then she said, “Whatever.”
“And I can help you package them up.”
“Pushing,” she warned softly.
I grinned huge at her. “Okay, we’ll leave it there. Good chat. Love you.”
I went to Dusk, who was half-heartedly racing some cars down a tiny roller coaster type thing.
I bent and dropped a kiss on his head. “Love you,” I repeated.
He batted my face with his hand, but said, “Of you.”
I went to Dream and Feather, gave my niece a kiss, also on her head, and another, “Love you.”
I looked at Dream and said, “I’m out.”
“See you at Mom and Dad’s on Wednesday.”
Well, that was semi-nice, the semi part was her sounding like she wished she wouldn’t.
“You betcha,” I replied chirpily, grabbed my bag and vamoosed.
I hit the grocery store, and while perusing the ready meals section, I cursed Knox to perdition because he was the kind of guy who leaned toward healthy eating, but he didn’t shy away from horking down boneless wings or two of Willow’s cupcakes in one go. And I not only didn’t know him well enough to know, while recuperating, would he want to fire up the healthy bit, or the comforting bit? I also wasn’t about to text him to ask.
I got him selections of both, dragged them to my car, then drove to his place.
I nearly had a stroke when I saw no delivery bags on his front stoop.
This was why I grabbed all four grocery bags, stormed his door, and thankfully found it open.
Therefore, I stormed through.
His long body was stretched out on the couch and Monday Night Football was on the TV.
He looked amazing stretched out, watching a game, even with one arm in a sling.
