Page 32 of A Lick and A Promise
But…wow.
No wonder she was working so hard.
I smiled at her. “That’s so cool.”
She rolled her eyes and replied, “You can go now.”
Well, she did warn me she wasn’t going to thank me.
Whatever.
Time to instigate part two of my We’re Gonna Be Functional Sisters if It Kills Me, Dammit Plan.
“I went to see Knox before I came here.”
She arrested and her eyes got big. “What?”
“I stopped ’round to see him. He’d gone in without backup in whatever went down Thursday night. I wanted to ream his ass. I ended up arranging things so he could be comfortable and have food, then screaming in his face before I escaped, but I have to go back and bring more food and put away the food I ordered to be delivered.”
She stared at me.
“Yes,” I answered her unasked question. “I need my head examined.”
“I’m not sure,” she mumbled, wandering into the kitchen.
Wait?
What?
I got up from the floor where I’d been playing with the kids and followed her.
“You’re not sure about what?” I asked as she poured milk into Feather’s bottle.
“You know, I didn’t know you were doing all that vigilante stuff,” she said to the bottle.
Yeah, I’d outed myself (not to mention all of the Angels) with that through sobs and sniffles. This was right before I got a handle on it enough to make her pinkie promise never to tell Mom and Dad. She thought the pinkie promise was stupid and told me so.
She still pinkie promised, probably because she knew Mom and Dad would lose their minds if they ever learned about the Angels.
“And he has a point about you not doing it,” she concluded.
“Say what?” My voice was pitched high because…this was Dream.
Dream detested toxic masculinity. Dream thought marriage was an anchor on women. Dream thought women should rule the world (I was with her on that one). Dream would probably forgive you for murder before she’d forgive you for being a chauvinist pig.
She turned to me. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t do it. I’m saying he had a point about being the man in your life and not wanting you to do it.”
“He gave me an ultimatum,” I reminded her. “Him or the Angels.”
“Yeah, that was a dick move,” she said coming toward me.
This time, I got out of her way.
She scooped up Feather as she made her way to an armchair.
She settled in with her girl and offered the bottle.
Feather put her sweet little hands on it, gazed up lovingly at her momma and started sucking.
