Page 149 of Thrust & Throttle
“Oh, that sucks.” She lifted the to-go container and handed it to me. “You have to settle for mud pie because I wasn’t sure what to bring you.”
“Thanks,” I said with a smile.
“It’s from Boots—with Uncle Bill’s compliments.”
“Uncle Bill, huh?”
“Yeah, I think he has a thing for you.”
I snorted. “I’ve never met the man. How could he possibly have a thing for me?”
“The night you tracked me down and found out about me and Dylan,” she said with a wry grin. “He was in the kitchen. So he definitely saw you in action. He said, and I quote, ‘Your sister sure is a spitfire. I like that.’ So, if you ever get sick of Duke, just know you have prospects.”
“Good to know. Fork?”
“I’ll get you one.” She headed into the kitchen and opened a drawer. “You look kind of down in the dumps.”
“The mud pie will do a lot to cheer me up,” I said. “Thanks for thinking of me.”
Waverly came over to the couch and plopped down, handing me the fork. “I’m a good listener.”
“I met with Ansel Prescott today,” I said.
“Oh yeah, that was today. What did he say?”
I sighed. “I’ve got to ask Duke to marry me.”
“Really? Why?”
I explained to her what Ansel had said.
“Wow,” she said when I was done.
“Yeah.”
“I guess that means he’s moving in here,” she said thoughtfully.
I shook my head.
“If you get married, you live together. That’s kinda how it goes,” she said.
“No. I mean, there’s not enough room in here for the three of us. What about that beautiful desk you redid for me? Not to mention the fact that you need a workshop. Remember?”
“I remember. So, we’re moving?”
“I think so.”
“We like,justmoved in here.”
“Duke’s shoes are huge.”
“Not to mention you guys are gonna be doing it at night. Better we have a few more walls between us. Oh, that reminds me, I need to invest in noise cancelling headphones becausegross.”
“You’re rotten, you know that?”
She grinned. “You love me.”
“I do love you.”
