Page 60 of Off Limits

I nodded.

“Do they pay you?”

I snort-laughed. “Of course not.”

He pursed his lips, almost like he was covering up a flare of anger. But that couldn’t be right. Why would he be angry that they didn’t pay me? My finances weren’t his responsibility.

“Why not?” he asked. “It’s not like they can’t afford it.”

“Do I really have to answer that?”

He shook his head. “Let me guess. Family doesn’t charge family unless it’s them charging us for shit.”

“Ding ding ding. Rules for me, but not for thee.”

“When are you babysitting?”

“Saturday to Sunday.”

“An overnight?”

“Yup. They’re going to a wedding.”

“A wedding? And she just asked you today?”

“Literally just before you came home.”

He furrowed his brow. “That’s almost no notice for something that’s been planned for months. Did their sitter cancel at the last minute?”

“What sitter? I’m their sitter.”

A flash of anger crossed his features. “That’s fucked up.”

“Story of my life.” I stood and slipped my phone into my pocket.

“Did you eat yet?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“I’m ordering pizza. Want some?”

“Pizza? What happened to your perfectly balanced meal planning?”

“It can kiss my ass. I had a shitty day, and I want carbs and cheese and lots of meat.”

I rolled my lips inward to stop myself from smiling. I wanted to be mad at my mother and life in general, but it was hard to spiral when he was distracting me and looking like a snack in his work clothes.

“I mean, I’d never say no to that kind of meat, but alas, I meant extra pepperoni. Not dick.” He made a thoughtful face. “What do you think they’d do if I wrote ‘please put pepperoni in the shape of a dick’ in that little instruction box when I order?”

I snickered, the last of the dark cloud that had been swirling around me lifting. “My friend Isaac did that.”

“He did?”

I nodded.

“What happened?”

“They sent the pizza with a giant dick on it.”

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