I put her on her feet, and she smiles brightly at me, then her attention goes over my shoulder and her eyes widen.
“You must be Harmon,” she says, shoving past me to go to him.
“And you must be Chrissy,” he responds, offering his hand. Chrissy jumps right at him and hugs him. He huffs a laugh, his body going stiff, but he hugs her back.
I bite my lip as I watch this scene, certain that if I had ovaries, they’d be trying to get out of my body to get to him.
“Have you all eaten?” Harmon asks, looking between the girls.
“Junk food,” Chrissy says, going back to the couch to pick up her mess. “But obviously I’m okay with that.”
“I hear you have a good pizza place a few blocks away? I can pick something up, if you’d like?”
“We use delivery around here,” Cammy says.
“Ah, okay. Well, at least let me pay for it then.”
“Won’t say no to that,” Cammy says with a smile.
“Can we get onion rings?” Chrissy asks.
“Don’t be greedy,” I say.
“You can get whatever you want, Chrissy,” Harmon says.
“Don’t spoil them,” I tell him.
“Why not? You do.”
I narrow my eyes, but he’s not wrong.
I pull up the app, put all the food in the cart, and I try to pay for it, but of course he’s watching and yanks my phone from my hand before I can. I don’t fight him on it.
When he’s done, we move to the couch. I’m thankful we opted for the large L-shaped sectional because there is plenty of space for all of us.
“Oh, is this Supernatural?” Harmon asks.
Chrissy and Cammy’s heads both turn slowly toward him at the same time, the way a porcelain doll’s would in a scary movie. It’s creepy.
“Youwatch Supernatural?” Chrissy whispers in shock.
“Well, only recently.” Harmon chuckles. “Cassius introduced it to me.”
Cammy eyes me. “I thought we were supposed to watch this together?” she mocks.
“I re-watched the beginning episodes with him,” I argue. “That’s different.”
“Uh-huh.”
The food comes, and I go downstairs to get it. When I come back up, Chrissy has moved right beside Harmon and is explaining something about the show.
I put the boxes on the coffee table and go to the kitchen to get paper plates, napkins, and cups.
Everything goes on the table beside the food, but Chrissy already has the container of onion rings open on her lap, half of them gone.
“In this house, we eat in the living room. I hope that’s okay.” I smirk at Harmon.
He smiles. “It’s your home, Cassius.”