Page 27 of Honey Trapped

“None of your business. What do you want?”

“Is that any way to treat the sister who brought you donuts?”

“You only try to soften me up with food when you want something.”

“Can’t I just simply want to check in on how you’re doing?”

I grab a mug and pour a cup of coffee before joining her at the table knowing she won’t leave until she gets her way. “What’d ya hear? Let me have it.”

“What do you know about Chaser beating that cutie pie doctor’s ass the other night?”

“Not a damn thing.”

“Well, you’re no fun.”

“You telling me you came all the way over here to gossip about Chaser and Jelissa?”

“That and the fact that him standing up Norah gave you an in. You have me to thank by the way.”

“For what?”

“If it wasn't for me, you wouldn’t have met Norah and that precious little princess of hers. Go ahead and thank me. I heard you two were quite smitten at the cafe. Other than that unfortunate circumstance of Eileen showing her face. Did you explain to Norah that she’s a crazy cunt? I can talk to her if you need me to.”

“I can take care of myself. Swear to fuck though if Eileen don't cut the grade school bullshit, I may finally let you have at her. You know that bitch threw dog shit at Norah’s door last night and slit her tires.”

“Did you report it?”

“No.”

“Ace, I told you to report her. No matter what.”

“Hoping it won’t come to that. Don't know why she’s starting up again. Thought we were past it.”

“My guess is she realizes how greatly she fucked up with you and will do anything to ruin your chances at happiness that doesn’t include her. She’s a miserable washed-up hag.”

“Bitch is probably out of money and in need of a damn sugar daddy. She can go cruise the nursing home for all I fucking care.”

Tish snorts at that. “So you and Norah, huh?”

I take a sip of my coffee and don’t give a response.

“Knew it. Felt good things when we met.”

“Don’t start your witchy astrology shit on me.”

“You know I got the gift from our great great great grandmother. She was an Appalachian Granny Witch.”

“Yeah then why haven’t you put a hex on Eileen yet?”

“I don’t fuck with the dark arts. Only good intentions. Whatever bad energy she is putting out trust me she’ll receive it back times three.

“Not soon enough,” I mutter.

“Is now a bad time to tell you that someone egged your storage units? That’s why I’m here.”

**

The minute I walk into the salon I regret it. I’ve played into Eileen’s hand. She’s acting out at Norah and me to get a rise outta me. To send me running straight to her, and that’s exactly what I’ve done. Fucking fool is what she is making me out to be.

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