Nicole nodded. “You know, the whole too many face-lifts thing where they look like they’re staring into a high-powered fan.” She pulled the sides of her face back with her hands so that her mouth and eyes were pulled into wide slits.
Joey chuckled, but then asked, “Do you think she’s had face-lifts?”
“Marguerite?” Nicole asked, letting go of her face. She shook her head and turned back to her search. “Nah. I think she just has some amazing fricking genes.”
“Hmm.” Joey covered the paintings again and wandered back to her. “What are you looking for?”
“I bought these sonar mouse-repellent things,” she muttered, giving up on the bag in front of her and grabbing another.
“You have mice?” Joey asked with a grimace.
“No. At least I don’t think so,” she added. “But I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Oh.” He grabbed the bag nearest him and began to help look through it. “Are these them?”
Nicole had just found two of them in the bottom of the bag she was searching, but glanced up and nodded when she saw that Joey was holding up half a dozen more. “Yeah. Thanks.”
As she got to her feet, he moved over to the rolling table she kept her paint brushes and other paraphernalia on and grabbed a pair of scissors to begin cutting open the packages. “So where are we plugging these in?”
Nicole smiled faintly at the “we” and leaned up to kiss his cheek as she reached his side. “You’re a star, Joey. Thank you for helping me.”
“Geez, sis. I’m just opening the containers and plugging them in. It’s not that big a deal,” he assured her.
“But I appreciate it,” she said simply.
Joey snorted and shook his head. “God, how did you end up so pathetic?”
“Nice,” Nicole said, smacking him in the back of the head when he set down the scissors to pull out two of the little white repellent gizmos.
Joey grinned and said, “You spent too much time around Pierina growing up. She encouraged that nice gene from Mom to bloom and grow. You should have spent more time around me. I got Dad’s selfish a**hole gene, I could have encouraged that in you.”
The words surprised a laugh from Nicole and she ruffled his hair affectionately. “The very fact that you think you’re a selfish a**hole means you aren’t.”
“Ha! Got you fooled,” he said with amusement, and then concern entered his gaze and he caught her arm.
“What?” she asked, and glanced down. She’d pushed up her sweater sleeves while searching, revealing the bottom of a large, dark bruise on her arm.
“What happened here?” he asked, pushing the sleeve further up.
Nicole blew her breath out and grimaced. “I took a bit of a spill coming out of Canadian Tire earlier tonight.”
“That’s more than a spill,” he said quietly.
“It’s just a bruise, Joey. I’m pretty sure I have several more of those. My hip and knee are both sore as heck and feel stiff, and I think I must have wrenched my neck as well. But at least I didn’t break anything.” Nicole shrugged and tugged her arm free. “I’ll take a dip in the hot tub before bed tonight and tomorrow it will all just be a good story to tell.”
“Hmm.” He didn’t look impressed. “Well if you don’t feel better tomorrow, you should go see the doctor. Maybe he can give you something . . . for clumsiness.”
“Ha, ha,” Nicole said dryly. “Come on, smart boy. Let’s go plug these in.”
“Where are we putting them?” Joey asked, gathering the little items in his hand.
“One in every room,” she answered, stopping to plug one into the socket by the door. “We’ll do the kitchen last. You can distract Jake while I plug one in there. I don’t want him to think I have mice. He might quit.”
“We wouldn’t want that,” Joey said with amusement.
“No, we wouldn’t,” she assured him. “He makes the yummiest omelets ever . . . and his coffee’s good too.”
“Can’t wait to try it,” Joey said as he followed her out of the studio.