Page 84 of Shifters Unifying
“No problem.”
She finished assembling two drinks, set two sage leaves on fire, positioned them with the burning edges leaning out of the drink, and placed the drinks on the bar for her waiting waitress. After the waitress had gone, Sheila scooted down to where I stood.
“Hey, cuz.” She smiled, and the tiny star tattoos on her cheeks crinkled. “I’ve been hearing some things. How’s life treatin’ ya?”
“I have the same question for you.”
She shrugged. “Same as always. Though, Sully-Boy seems to have given up on escaping. I guess Emma really worked her magic.”
“She’s good at that.”
Sheila studied my face. “Is she the…”
“Seems to be.”
“Wow. You know, never thought I’d meet ‘the one.’” She put her hands on her hips. “And are you…”
“Fucking her every chance I get.”
Her eyes widened. “Fated?”
“Something like that.” But I couldn’t stop the grin from splitting my face.
“I had a feeling.” She reached across the bar and slugged my shoulder. “Happy for you.”
“Thanks.”
“What about you? Noticed anything out of the ordinary around here?”
She shook her head. “Not really. Sometimes, I think I catch a hint of something, but the notion never sticks around for long.”
“Anytime that happens, you can text me.”
She snorted. “Yeah, because you’re so easy to reach lately. Haven’t even made it to Boss’s Buy Fridays.”
“Been busy,” I said.
“I bet.”
“You can always text Olivia.”
The waitress came back, and Sheila changed the subject. “What can I get you?”
“Two Chiltons and a top-shelf Marguerita.”
“I’ll have it right out.”
I made my way to the table and took a seat, noting the menus on the table. “Have you decided what you want for lunch?”
“I’ve asked her to order for me,” Rick said. “I want to see if our tastes align.”
Olivia shook her head. “We’re both having Phillies.”
“Might as well make it three.”
Rick wagged his eyebrows. “Three is one of my favorite numbers.”
Olivia drummed her fingers on the table, her patience nearly thinned to nonexistent.
