“Okay. Yeah, I will. If you can get Astor to sit.”
“She’ll be here in a hot minute,” I say and mean every word. “Let’s shower up and get ready…separately,” I assure, and I feel like I’m talking to a skittish horse. “You go first.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
Carter hovers, hesitating over something I wish I knew the answer to, but in the end, decides to pat me on the arm. “Congratulations, Dada.”
That warmth I felt at Lily’s trilling word returns in my chest. “Thanks, Carter.”
She smiles at her name, but that’s all she’ll give me.
The last I see of her is that sauntering ass in tight denim before she looks back once, then shuts the bathroom door.