Page 15 of Never Stop
“Wearetalking.”
“Cheyenne,” I groaned, “put the phone down or I’ll take it away.”
She glanced up at me, and I narrowed my eyes at her. “Fine.” She huffed and set the phone on the table. “What do you want to talk about?”
Shit, what did I want to talk about?“Um… Have you talked to Grandma about what kind of birthday party you want this year?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“What if, instead of Grandma planning it, we ask Brooke if she wants to?”
She shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. To me, it was a big deal, and I knew it would be to Brooke too.
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes again.
“Do you know what you want to do?”
Her eyes lit up. “Can I have a sleepover?”
“A sleepover?”
“Yeah.”
“How many girls are we talking?”
“I don’t know. Ten?”
“Ten!” I exclaimed.
“Actually, maybe eleven since I’ll be turning eleven.”
“Do you know eleven girls?”
She stared at me like I was an idiot. “Well, there’s,” she began counting on her fingers, “Courtney of course.”
I nodded. I’d figured Courtney, since she was at my house a shitload anyway and had spent the night a ton.
“And Erin, Bridgette, Jodi, Vanessa, Jenni with an I—not Y, we don’t like her. Lisa, Sara—”
“Wait,” I held my hands out in front of me to stop her. “I thought you didn’t get along with Lisa or Sara?”
“Dad!” she exclaimed with another eye roll. “We made up before school was over.”
“Oh,” I said as if I knew girls fought and made up like it was nothing. I thought females held grudges? Must be a woman thing, not a girl thing.
“Maria, Sandra and Nori,” she continued.
I blinked, trying to remember all the names she mentioned. “So you want all those girls to spend the night?”
“Yeah.”
“At the same time?” I questioned as I pictured twelve ten and eleven-year-old girls running around my house.
She laughed. “Yes, at the same time. This is going to be so much fun. I can’t wait!” She reached for her phone again.
“Put the phone down.”
“Daddy!”
“New rule: no phones at the dinner table.”
“But—”
“What did I say?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and averted her eyes. Luckily we were saved by the waitress bringing our food. Now I had to tell Brooke I’d agreed to this sleepover without talking to her first. I definitely wasn’t used to running things by someone. Hopefully, Brooke wouldn’t be mad. If she ended up mad…
Well, I was looking forward to the make-up sex.
