Page 27 of Fractured
Tatum – Works for me.
Lila – Same.
Cassie – Down.
Everly – Yes.
Then to Dom I said, “Sunday?”
“Got it. Come by tomorrow at the garage and I’ll give you a key. I’ll be here working on a project car.”
“Got it. Thank you, Dominik.”
He grunted, then he hung up.
Me – Dominik said we could have it at his place.
Tatum – Works for me.
Cassie – Same.
Harlee – I’ll bring the face masks.
Lila. – I’ll bring the wine spritzers.
I swung by the garage and got the key from Dom.
He was talking to a customer when I walked over. He saw me coming, pulled out a key, and handed it to me.
Then as I walked away, I heard Dominik rumble, “Eyes back to me motherfucker.”
I giggled.
***
It was Sunday, and the girls and I were at Dominik’s.
I had also swung by the store a few towns over and got the attachment for my mixer.
We all had face masks on, and I was mixing the ingredients to make homemade pasta noodles.
We were gabbing like we always did when Lila said, “I think I’m going to try to get over my infatuation with Bronson.”
We all looked at her, and Everly asked, “Why?”
Lila sighed, “I’ve been to their house, hung out with Cole and Madalyn, flirted with Bronson, and it’s like, it goes right over his head. He keeps saying,well, aren’t you sweet. I swear if I hear him tell me I’m sweet one more time, I’m liable to beat the shit out of him.”
Cassie giggled, “I think he’d like it.”
I snorted.
Harlee giggled, as did Everly.
Once I had the mixture ready, I dumped it onto the butcher block and started kneading it and rolling it.
While it rested for thirty minutes or so, I started on the homemade meatballs.
I wanted to make the sauce too, but that seemed like it took a little while longer, so I didn’t do that. Next time.
