“And the food truck?”
“It’s going really well.”
“If things go south, you can come back to work here,” Amit said.
Crossing her arms, Sadie said, “You just miss being all up in my business.”
“Never a dull moment in your love life.”
“Well, thank you for the offer, but it won’t be necessary.”
A few seconds passed where she was pretty sure Amit was thinkingI highly doubt that. “Have you talked to Greta lately?” he said.
“I don’t really talk to her. She’s Joan’s friend.”And an active thief.“I think she’s in France.”
“Maybe it’s the time difference,” Nyah said to Amit.
“Do you need her help to get out of the latest jam in whatever game you’re playing?” Sadie said.
“Yes,” they chorused.
She shook her head and went to straighten up the condiment counter. She didn’t love that Greta hung out with them on occasion to talk gaming. That was probably all it was, and she was Joan’s best friend, so she probably wouldn’t do anything to Joan’s girlfriend’s friends, but still…
Nyah joined her to check the small milk carafes. Leaning toward her, Sadie asked, “How’s your aunt doing?”
“She’s okay. Not better, but not worse. She still needs her regular dialysis.”
“I’m sorry. But I’m glad to hear things are stable.”
“Everything’s so expensive, though. I’ve picked up some extra shifts to help her out.”
“You’re the best niece ever.”
“She’s worth it.” Nyah smirked. “How’s your mom handling the influx of Villains?”
Sadie rolled her eyes. “The daily texts are back.” Her phone buzzed in her back pocket like she’d summoned her mother’s check-in. Only it was Joan.
Just wanted to make sure you got there okay. LMK when you want to be picked up.
I’m here. I can walk to the truck when I’m done
“You weren’t kidding,” Nyah laughed.
“It’s Joan. The other person constantly checking on me.”
Let me come and get you. It’s raining.
Ugh, it was barely precipitating. Irritation prickled under her skin, but she understood. Joan didn’t like these new Villains. She didn’t trust them. Kind of like Sadie’s mother.
Oh, no. Was she dating someone like her mother?
If you insist. Come by in an hour
Thank you sweetheart. Love you.
Nyah read the text chain over her shoulder. “Aww, that’s sweet.”
“It’s…something.” Sadie reacted to Joan’s text with a heart.
