conversation.
“Are you going to say something?”
I smirk and continue flipping through the orders. “No, but I bet his wife will.”
“Barron…” She starts hysterically crying. I mean, full-on goddamn sobs.
Stepping forward, I pat the top of her head. “Stop crying.”
“What am I going to do?”
“I don’t know, nor do I care. That’s between you two.”
Her face rearranges in anger that I won’t talk to her. “I just want someone to talk to.”
“Talk to Sev. I’m sure she’ll listen.”
Sev smirks, much like me. “I won’t.”
You’re starting to understand my little spooky-loving monster is a lot like me, aren’t you?
Lillian goes on to tell me that Morgan won’t return her calls this morning, and she’s worried. “I don’t have time for this. I have enough to worry about.” I level her a serious expression. “Yesterday, Camdyn googled Barbie sex. You fucking around with my brother is the least of my concerns this week.”
Her mouth falls open, and now it’s her turn to blink rapidly. Like how I threw that tid-fucking-bit of information on you too? That’s how I felt when I looked at her damn iPad and found that. I’ve yet to ask Camdyn about it because, yeah, I’d like to avoid that conversation.
Sev takes her drawing and a handful of crayons with her, heading toward the door. “Stops sayin’ a hundred words. My head hurts.”
Lillian watches her walk away, her tears drying. “Did Camdyn really google Barbie sex?”
“Yes.”
“Is that like, a thing?”
I frown, disgusted to even consider it and curious at the same time. “I have no idea.”
“And you didn’t say anything?”
I raise an eyebrow. “What was I going to say?”
“So many things come to mind. You should talk to her about it.”
“All things I probably don’t want to discuss.” I tape the orders against the counter. “Now leave me alone. I have work to do.”
As I reach the door, she sighs. “If you hear from Morgan, tell him to call me.”
I open the door. “I won’t.”
I find Sev sitting in front of my toolbox, coloring on the concrete floor. I stand in front of her, sipping my coffee. She holds up a piece of paper with lots of black and purple. I look down at it. “What is it?”
“A witch. She sleeps with Morgan.”
Laughter rolls through me. Jesus Christ. It’s only nine in the morning, and look at everything we’ve done today. “Morgan’s having a bad day, huh?”
Sev’s shoulders lift. “I’m hungry.”
Of course she is.
We all got ’em.
BARRON
“Stick this in the mail for me.”
Serenity takes the envelope and smirks at the address written on it. It’s the third time she’s sent these papers back to California. “Wonder if she’s going to send them back again?”
“Seeing how I didn’t sign them, probably.”
She laughs, rolling her eyes. “You’re so relentless.”
“When I want something, yes.”
Her cheeks flush. I know Serenity has a crush on me. She’s made it known, but I’ve also made it known, she’s seventeen. And even if she wasn’t, she’s not my type.
“He’s a shrimp.” I stare at the space where Serenity is occupying. Twirling her golden-brown locks around her finger, she takes a drink of her water and then screws the cap back on it. “He thinks with his heart.”
Serenity answers the phones at the shop, and while she’s a nice girl—too nice if you ask me—she’s completely fucking random. Pretty, but again, seventeen. She graduates this spring, can talk your ear off about useless shit, barrel races horses competitively, and wants to be a large animal vet. One, never trust a barrel racer chick, they’re trouble, and two, she knows entirely too many animal facts.
Like shrimp, and octopus sex. I didn’t want to know this, but I do now, so you get to as well. Female octopuses are cannibals and eat the males when they fucking feel like it. Especially during sex because they’re so close to one another. I’m all for some kinky sex and biting, but eating me, uh, no thanks. Could you imagine? Anyways, Serenity informed me one afternoon how this exactly happens. The mating, that is. The male octopus puts his arm penis (yes, one of his arms is actually a dick) into the female’s mouth and prays not to be eaten before he gets off. And if he’s really scared, he detaches his arm, throws it at her, and tells her to go fuck herself. Then he dies a lonely death of exhaustion. Actually, they both die after sex. It’s like a fucked up aqua version of Romeo and Juliet.
Anyways, fearing that’s where this