Page 24 of A Moment for Us
“Are you heading to work?” I ask.
“No, today is my day off. I’m going to Jess’s for pizza night.”
My sister-in-law is a menace who I’m going to throttle. Well, I would if she weren’t pregnant and in love with my brother.
Still, she did this on purpose. I know it.
“How about I drive you over?”
“You’re going too?”
“I am,” I say, and then Delia bursts out laughing. “For the first time ever.”
“When did she ask you?”
“Two days ago.”
She laughs harder. “God, she’s so damn transparent.”
“Meaning we’re being set up.”
Delia nods. “I love her and all, but . . . they really need some skill when it comes to being sneaky. She called me two days ago, asking if I wanted to do pizza night because Amelia was sad that Stella and Jack hadn’t been over in a while.”
“She said the same thing to me, but she added that Alex and Oliver were busy so I had to come.”
“And we all know you can’t say no to anything for Amelia,” Delia says with a grin.
“I’m putty in that little girl’s hands.”
I love Melia and would do just about anything she asks. This is especially true if I know it’s going to piss off Grayson, which was why she got a violin for Christmas last year. Nothing says holidays like the screeching of a violin at five in the morning.
“Well, seeing that we’re both going, how about I drive?”
“You want to go there together?” Delia asks. “Not in separate cars?”
“Is that a problem?”
She bites her thumbnail. “No, it just means you have to drive me home.”
Where I will pray she asks me to come in . . .
“I figured as much.”
Delia sighs. “Okay. Sure. Why not?”
I have a hundred reasons, most of them are sexual, but I keep my mouth shut and follow her out to my car.
* * *
“Do you think my new sister will like dolls?” Amelia asks, dumping a bucket of plastic people on the floor.
“I’m sure she will.”
Amelia ponders that as her head tilts to the side. “Lauren Bennett says dolls are stupid and she hates them. She likes to read.”
“Everyone likes different things. When we were little, your dad hated baseball and liked football, but I loved baseball.”
She hands me a doll. “Did Daddy like dolls?”
