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“I’m Charlie.” Charlie waved.
“I’m Hayden,” I added.
“The redhead is my sister, Waverly. If you think I have a potty mouth, Waverly outperforms me ten to one.”
“Thank you,” Waverly said, her blue eyes shining with amusement.
“You guys okay to look around while I eat?” Willa asked. “I’m starving.”
“Have at it,” Charlie said.
“Uh, Willa? You might want to eat it in your car,” Waverly said, her nose wrinkling.
Willa sighed. “It’s gonna stink up the place, isn’t it?”
“And make me vomit.” Waverly made a face and pinched her nose. “A calzone with meatballs, anchovies, and banana peppers? I understand pregnancy cravings, but dear Lord. Don’t take us down with you.”
“You’re pregnant?” Charlie asked Willa. “Oh, the pants situation makes a little more sense now.”
“Second trimester. Where all of a sudden, my pants no longer fit. Like, even getting them up my thighs is an ordeal. I’ve succumbed to wearing yoga pants or my husband’s sweats. Sadly, they fit me now.”
“That sounds not at all fun,” Waverly said.
“Right?” Charlie agreed.
“You guys okay if I eat real fast?” Willa asked. “I’m not being super professional, but if I don’t eat I’m gonna get mean.”
“Eat,” I urged.
“I’ll ring them up,” Waverly said. “I got it.”
“Thanks. Give me ten minutes. Fifteen tops,” Willa said as she grabbed the bag with the calzone and left.
Waverly’s phone chimed in her back pocket, and she fished it out of her pants. She looked at the screen and then hastily typed a reply.
“What do you think of this?” Charlie asked as she held up a strapless leather dress. “Think this’ll look good on me?”
“Everything looks good on you,” I said with a smile. “And it’ll definitely show off your tattoo.”
“Tattoo?” Waverly asked, looking up from her phone. “You got a tattoo?”
“Yeah.” Charlie nodded. “A few days ago.”
“Cool! Can I see it?” Waverly asked. “I want a tattoo, but Willa won’t let me get one until I’m eighteen.”
“You’re not eighteen?” Charlie asked. “I could’ve sworn you were at least eighteen.”
“You’re my new best friend.” Waverly grinned. “If I thought I could get a fake ID and go get a tattoo, I’d totally do it. But I’d only get my tattoo at Three Kings because they’re the best. And they all know I’m only fifteen. So, they won’t ink me.” She rolled her eyes.
“What kind of tattoo would you get?” I asked Waverly as Charlie headed to the dressing room with a few hangers of clothes.
“I don’t know yet,” she said. “I talked to Roman about designing something for me and Willa to get together. Sisterly bonding and all that.”
My phone trumpeted from the bottom of my purse. I fished around and found it. The name flashing across the screen caused anxiety to churn in my stomach.
“Charlie! I’ve got to step outside and take this call,” I said.
“Okay! I won’t make a decision without you!” she yelled back.
