Page 53 of Sweet Silver Bells
Hunter 2:56 pm:
“Can we skip the black cat energy?”
Nina 2:57 pm:
I’m bringing Tom.
Darius 2:57 pm:
Who’s Tom?
Nina 2:57 pm:
My husband, who you’ve met nineteen times.
Darius 2:58 pm:
His name is Tom and you expect me to remember him?
Sadie 2:58 pm:
Hunter is bringing his new lady friend.
Nina 2:58 pm:
HUNTER DOES NOT HAVE A NEW LADY FRIEND.
Sadie 2:58 pm:
Oh, he does. I’m looking at her right now. He looks like he might kill me.
Darius 2:59 pm:
Atta boy, hound dog.
Hunter 2:59 pm:
Do not call me a hound dog.
Darius 2:59 pm:
I think it’s going to stick.
“Sadie, what the hell?” Hunter growled at her.
Olivia reached out her hand protectively in front of Hunter’s chest, like she was planning on attacking, on defending something that was hers.
“This feels hostile now.” Sadie took a step away, Olivia’s eyes going dark, almost vacant. The hairs on the back of Hunter’s arms stood up, a chill running down his spine.
Hunter gulped, worry flooding his heart, his chest as he looked over to Olivia, praying that what his eyes conveyed was not nefarious, that Sadie would not be lying on his porch dead in the next few breaths.
“Thanks for these,” Hunter said, holding up the envelope. “You’re a good friend, Sadie.”
“You mean the best,” Sadie said, slugging his shoulder but shooting a nervous glance at Olivia. “I’ll leave you two crazy kids to it. I’ll see you tomorrow. Both of you then?”
Hunter had no doubt that she regretted roping Olivia into this, and he would panic and deal with the implications of dragging his little tree siren out into the world.
“We will be there,” he said.
