Page 15 of Blood
I shake my head.
She pouts. “We’re hungry.”
“Hungry.” Shelby nods, her head appearing beneath Sam’s.
I raise a brow and point at Samantha. She knows what she’s doing. I hate people being hungry. Anyone. When you spend the first half of your childhood begging to be fed, it stays with you.
I never go hungry, and no one I love will either.
“We want waffles,” Sam says, but it sounds more like a question.
Shelby nods below her.
Is she kneeling on the floor? The thought makes me chuckle.
“Waffles,” Shelby sings.
Sam quickly joins in, “Waffles,” pushing the door farther open. She wiggles her arms like noodles and shakes her hips. She looks like a tube man.
Shelby laughs, and before I know it, I have two grown women dancing for waffles in my office doorway.
I hold up two fingers and mouth, “Two minutes.” But my smile softens the blow. They slowly back away, wiggling and whisper-singing waffles. Sam holds two fingers up and mouths back, “Two minutes,” as she closes the door.
I glance down to grab a card.
What the fuck?
An empty wallet stares back.Fucking cunt!I threw my wallet down beside the blonde before I tried to call my dad.Bitch!Shetook everything—cash and cards. The only thing in there is my driver’s license.
“Are you there?” the doctor asks.
“Yeah, one second.”
I riffle through my desk drawers until I find what I’m looking for. Bingo! Snapping the card up, I breathe a sigh of relief. “Change of address.”
I rattle off the company address and card details.
“Pleasure doing business with you. I’ll see you next month. Cash.”
I don’t reply. Instead, I give him a mental middle finger and hang up.
Heading out, I shoot a text to our accountant and ask him to cancel all of my cards and get me replacements ASAP.
Hurrying to the front door, I wave to Pauline. Time to feed my baby and her BFF.
I catch up to them quickly, squeezing my way between them. Once in front, I reenact their dance from in front of my office.
“Waffles, waffles, waffles,” I chant, waving my arms and sashaying my hips.
“I feel like we should be paying for this show.” Sam’s laughter gets louder when I wiggle more.
Rounding to the driver’s side, I unlock my car. “Banana and toffee,” I state, pointing at Sam. “Banana, toffee, and pecan,” I say, pointing at Shelby.
Buckling up, I call my favorite café through the car.
“Judy’s café, how can I help?”
“How’s my favorite girl?” My smile beams at the giggle that greets me.
