We both giggle, and I wrap my arms around my bestie.
“Thank you, Sach. Love you bunches.”
“Love you, babes.” She pulls back, her eyes cutting toward the living room. “Sooo … the hottie in the living room?”
“Married.”
“Cool.” She nods. “You hungry? I’m starved.”
I grin and lead her out to the kitchen. We sit at the bar and munch on some snacks until Tommy comes home. I lean around Sachi to give him a huge grin and wave. When I look back at my friend, she’s staring at me, a soft smile lighting her eyes.
“You really do adore him, don’t you?” she whispers.
“Yeah, I kinda do.”
Tommy comes directly to the bar and presses a kiss to my cheek, then gives my best friend a smile. “You must be Sachi. It’s good to meet you officially.” He extends a hand, and she shakes it.
“Hurt my best friend, and I’ll kill you.” The words tumble from her lips in one quick breath without a smidgen of humor. Not even a trace.
I laugh nervously. “That’s Sach—did I tell you she minored in performing arts in school?”
Sachi grins broadly, and we all laugh together. When I get down from the bar chair, I pretend not to notice her glaredaggers one last time at Tommy. I know he wouldn’t hurt her, but I’m not so certain about Sach. It might be good for him to know she’s team Dani all the way.
“It’s getting late. We could give you a ride home. I’m not crazy about you walking.” I’m probably being paranoid, but lately, I’ve got good reason.
Tommy stands behind me and wraps his strong arms around me. “Sante’s heading out. He could give you a ride.”
We all look at Sante who’s stretching after getting up from a loungefest on the couch.
“Yeah, I want to hear about the meeting, but you can call me later.”
Sachi shrugs. “Works for me.”
We say our goodbyes, and the two of them head out.
“So what happened? What did Biba say?” I ask eagerly the second we’re alone. I’m desperate to end the torment of having a psychopath after me and my family.
“He’s going to think about it.”
“For how long?”
Tommy stares back at me with a blank face.
“Ugh, that’s so annoying. Doesn’t he realize how many lives he’s toying with?”
“I’m sure he does, and if he delays a minute longer than necessary, I’m sure that’s exactly why. Fucking with people is his favorite pastime.”
I groan. “He should really take up golf or something.” I sit at the bar again while Tommy rummages in the fridge.
“How did things go with Sachi? Between her and your gran, my balls are in serious jeopardy.”
“Stay on your best behavior, and you have nothing to worry about,” I tease him.
He arches a single brow at me, then takes a large bite out of an apple. My brain glitches for a second.
What did he ask me? Oh, yeah!
“Things were good with Sach. It was great to just hang out like normal for a bit.”
