She put her hands on her hips. “When I was in Hell, you were getting busy?”
“Pretty much. Sex is a great stress reliever.”
“You two hooked up that night, and now you’re friends with benefits?”
“Well, we hooked up a couple of times before we agreed to be friends with benefits.”
Lyla threw up her hands. “And only now you’re telling me?”
“We’ve both been busy.”
“Bitch, this is the kind of shit I want to know as soon as it happens.”
“Well, now you do.”
“What does this mean?” Lyla asked.
“It means I have sex on tap.”
“But what changed?”
“I decided to live, and he’s helping me with that. We finalized a few things at the event at Cimarron Elementary. By the way, the animal adoption was great. Over one hundred pets found homes.”
“Aw, I’m so glad,” Lyla said and then narrowed her eyes. “Stop trying to change the subject.”
“I’m not. I’m segueing.”
“No segueing. You’re just banging him, and that’s it?”
“Yes.”
“You know I love Marcus.” Lyla smiled suddenly and leaned forward. “How is he?”
“Girl.”
“Really? Well, if friends with benefits works for you, and you’re happy, then I’m happy too.”
“Thank you.”
“Speaking of segues.” Lyla shoved her shoulder. “What the hell’s up with you killing the leader of a biker gang?”
“He said shit about Vinny.”
“And you shot him in a room full of people?”
“Pretty much,” Carmen said as she made faces at Nora.
Lyla shook her head. “We’re really messed up.”
“We’re badass motherfuckers.”
Lyla scowled. “Don’t swear in front of Nora.”
“We’re badmothers,” she said gravely.
Nora grinned and tried to stick her hand in her mouth.
“You look good,” Lyla said, taking in her knee-high gladiator sandals, white shorts, and skintight top.