It keeps making me feel like I fixed something when I haven’t fixed a damn thing.
She looks at me. “You understand I’m still married.”
I don’t like that.
Not the fact. The way she says it like it’s a stain on her.
“I heard.”
“I’m not looking for a man.”
“Good, because I’m not housebroken.”
Sophie sighs. “Derby.”
“What? That’s important information.”
Amelia’s mouth curves. “You’re really not.”
“No.”
“You’re rude.”
“Frequently.”
“You swear in front of children.”
“Trying to improve.”
“You threatened my husband through a gate.”
“That was restraint.”
This time, the smile reaches her eyes for half a second.
Half a second is enough to knock me stupid.
I recover by crossing my arms and looking meaner. “I’ve also seen your drawers.”
“You also called my underwear attempted-murder panties,” she says.
“Attempted murder granny panties. And they attacked me first.”
“Not on purpose.”
“You don’t know their intentions.” I lick my lips. “They tried to gag me. I can still taste ‘em.”
Amelia’s cheeks turn red as she explains to the room. “Since we are talking about my undies. I don’t wear granny panties. Those are reserved for my time of the month.”
I wipe my mouth.
Oaks loses the fight and laughs out loud.
Sophie presses her fingers to her lips.
Legend looks at the ceiling like he is asking Mike Welles why his possible daughter had to show up with me attached to the mess.
Good question.