Page 51 of From the Start
“Ah!” Sloane screams.
“Back to the bar,” I order her.
“But I want to know what’s happening,” she pouts as she stomps away.
Blossom waits until she’s gone before shutting the door and locking it. “We should be good now.”
“For what?”
“No idea,” Dakota says.
I turn to Blossom, who lifts her hands. “Me neither.”
I rub my temples where I’m beginning to feel a headache coming on. “You must have some idea, or you wouldn’t be here.”
“Kai sent us,” Dakota says.
“Sent you to what?”
Blossom shrugs. “All he said was to get our fine asses toRumrunnerbecause you need us.”
“He didn’t say fine asses,” Dakota corrects.
Blossom shrugs. “It was assumed. Now, what do you need us for? I’m always up for an adventure.”
Dakota groans. “Don’t remind me. I am tired of the sight of blood.”
“It’s not my fault you’re a klutz who enjoys breaking people’s noses.”
“I don’t break noses on purpose. It just happens.”
Their back and forth is not helping my headache one bit. “Do I need to get out the first aid kit?”
“Probably. With a klutzy girl around, a first aid kit is useful.”
Dakota glares at Blossom. “Why are we friends again?”
“Because you love me.”
“More like I’m stuck with you,” Dakota mutters.
“So.” Blossom rubs her hands together. “What’s the adventure? Paintball atGlowin’ Galleon? Mermaid Karaoke atBootlegger?Horse riding atSirens & Saddles?”
“Do not let this one on a horse. They hate her.”
Blossom scowls. “Not every horse on the planet hates me.”
“As much as I’m enjoying the Lucy and Ethel show, I do need to get back to work.”
“Who are Lucy and Ethel?” Dakota asks.
“I love Lucy? A 1950s sitcom?” My parents loved watching the show when I was a kid. I’ve seen every episode at least four times.
Dakota shrugs. “Television wasn’t part of my life growing up in care.”
“I’ll buy you the DVDs,” Blossom says.
“And I’ll what? Return to the previous millennium for a DVD player?” Dakota asks.
