“Yeah? You don’t have to get back to work?” I asked.
“I do. But right now, I just want to be with you.”
I attempted to pull the seat belt over both of us, because I wanted to keep her right here and drive home as fast as possible.
She laughed. “I’m not sitting on your lap while you drive.”
“Fine. Buckle up, Firefly. That’s all I needed to hear.”
She was still laughing as I pulled out of the parking lot.
I couldn’t get her home fast enough.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Violet
The last two weeks had gone by in a blur, since we’d been swamped at the office, and I’d spent all my free time with Charlie and Harper.
“Monny is still at her meeting?” I asked Blakely.
“Yep. She said she’d be in around lunchtime.”
“But you’re all glowy and floaty this morning,” she said. “Very un-Vi-like. You have a meeting with your stepmonster and Velveeta, yet you aren’t spewing venom.”
I dipped my hand in the candy jar, reaching for a handful of Skittles.
The breakfast of champions.
“Well, two weeks after Chompers the groundhog from hell attacked my pipes and electrical, I’m finally moving into my house this weekend, and that’s exciting.”
“Nice try. You’ve known you were moving all week. I think you like being in a relationship. You’re less bitter. More content,” she said, dodging the Skittle I launched at her head.
“I’m hardly in a relationship. It’s a day-by-day thing.” I shrugged.
“It’s been two weeks of your whole ‘one day at a time’ thing, so I’d say things are going well. Did you have breakfast over there this morning?”
“Yes. His oven is better than mine.”
She roared in laughter.
“Violet Delphinium Beaumont,” she said as she walked toward me and placed a hand on each side of my face, “it’s okay to be happy.”
No. She. Didn’t.
She knew I hated my middle name.
My mother was clearly bitter about my father leaving her, so she’d tortured me with an over-the-top name.
“For the record, being happy tends to be the kiss of death. I’m not happy. I’m just—fine. Now if you don’t mind, I need to go meet with Velveeta and Pissy.”
She laughed hysterically as I marched to my office.
She was right. I’d been in a ridiculously good mood lately.
I’d fallen into a routine with Charlie. I wasn’t spending the night at his house, because we didn’t want to confuse Harper.
Actually, he wanted to talk to Harper about our relationship.
