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Sully pulls off his bald cap and shakes out his hair. “Perks of being Uncle Fester, I guess.” He holds out a fist to T. J., who bumps it.
Yes, the sod and his spawn beat us. Even Sloaney was screaming wildly for them in the end. Though when the award was handed out, and T.J. tried to bring her up to accept the schlocky little trophy, shewaved him off, and as they stepped off the stage after, she slipped out.
“I’m just glad we got to play.” I ruffle Murphy’s hair.
Head tilted back, he gives me one of his half smiles. “I’ve never been to a family event at school before.”
On my other side, Lola hums. “Me neither.”
Grinning, I loop an arm around Lola’s waist and squeeze Murphy’s. “You know,” I say as I guide them to the car, “Madame E said the weirdest thing to me as we were leaving tonight.”
Sully glowers at me. He still doesn’t believe in her magic. It’s a pity, really. Bet she could give him help winning Sloaney back.
“What did she say?” Lola asks cautiously.
“She said she saw two ears and purring in my future.”
“Bloody hell,” Sully grumbles. “You are not getting a cat.”
Laughing, I snap my fingers. “Oh, that’s what she meant. I thought maybe you wouldn’t show up dressed as Mrs. Addams, Lola Caruso.”
She rolls her eyes but snuggles in closer. “I told you I would.”
Murphy blinks up at me. “Are you for real?”
Chin tucked, I arch a brow at him. “What?”
“You really didn’t know she meant cat?”
I shrug.
“I like kittens,” Lola says softly.
Murphy nods. “Kittens are cool.”
Hmm, they both like kittens.
My brother curses under his breath. “You’re not getting a cat.”
I smile. He’s right. I’m not gettingacat. I’m getting thebestcat ever.
Chapter 37
Lola
“Ihung up on him.”
Brian blinks. Twice. “I’m sorry, you what?”
I don’t know why he’s surprised. This asshole isn’t the first client I’ve hung up on during my time at the firm.
“Lo?”
Shoulders pulled back, I force my jaw to relax. I wasted an hour on the phone attempting to sort out which of our client’s answers to the lifestyle interrogatories were the truth and which were full-out lies. I’m over it.
“I warned him. Told him that if he lied again, I’d hang up.”
With both hands thrown up, Brian rocks back in his chair. “All our clients lie to us, Lo. It’s practically a rule. Lie to your fucking attorney. And then expect them to magically fix all your fuck ups.”
