Page 42 of Breakup Games
“Dammit, Zara.” She picks up the phone and reads a text. “It’s just my friend. She works at night and texts me because I’m up a lot working—oh, dammit.”
“What?”
“I didn’t upload the reels I made to my scheduling app.” She brings her hand to her head and rubs her forehead. “I need to do that now.”
“Go ahead.”
She nods and leans back. “I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”
“I’m always hungry,” I tell her honestly. “How well stocked is your kitchen?”
“I’d say it’s pretty good. I ordered groceries this morning.”
“I’ll make us something while you upload?”
Her lips pull into a smile. “Yeah. That would be nice. Thanks.”
She goes into her room to get her phone and Violet follows. Not wanting to make too much of a mess to clean up later, I just cut up some apple slices and arrange them around a blob of peanut butter. I look in nearly every single cabinet before I find a jar of honey and drizzle it on top. Mira is back in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the couch with both her phone and computer open in front of her.
I set the plate down on the coffee table and Mira tips her head.
“Did you put honey on the peanut butter? How did you know I like that?”
“You mentioned it to Enzo and I knew it was a Mira thing, not a Mya thing.”
Her brows furrow as she looks at the plate of apple slices. “It’s weird, ya know? You’ve listened to my conversations, hearing things that really weren’t meant for you.”
“If you didn’t want me to hear something, you shouldn’t have said it,” I try and regret my words right away. “I mean, I, uh, had to listen.”
“I know.” She picks up an apple and uses it to mix the honey in with the peanut butter. “It’s a little unfair, that’s all. You know more about me than I know about you.”
Smiling, I lean back. “What do you want to know?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue,” I tell her. “That’s easy.”
“Fine. Let’s dig deep. What religion would you raise your children?”
I let out a short laugh, then see that she’s serious. “Uh, well, we were raised as Christians so I guess just like that. I don’t go to church, but I pray sometimes.”
She nods. “Interesting. Do you want children?”
“Yeah. I’d like a mini-me or two.”
“What if you have girls?”
“I’ll still teach them how to kick ass and shoot a gun.” She makes a face and I shrug. “I have nieces, you know.”
“I do,” she quips. “I saw them on Instagram. You’re the only one of your siblings that didn’t go into medicine.”
“Thanks for reminding me, Mom.”
“Ohhh!” She puts the phone down. “Did I hit a nerve?”
“It’s been brought up at family gatherings more than once.”
“But you’re a special agent. That’s cool!”
