Page 13 of Far from Destined
I sat down on the fireplace, my forearms resting on my knees as I dangled the beer between my legs. “What about Dakota? Are she and Joshua okay?” I asked.
“She’s fine. I mean, she’s okay.” Hazel sighed, then leaned back into Cross since he was standing behind her chair. “As you know, we’re doing that blind date thing.”
I tensed all over again. “I’m not going on a date with Dakota. We’re not blending our groups more than they already are,” I grumbled.
“There’s nothing wrong with blending,” Paris said.
“That’s not what you said before you started dating me,” Prior chimed in.
“Stop throwing my words back into my face when it doesn’t suit me.”
I ignored Paris. “What do you need me to do? Though just because I’m asking doesn’t mean I’m going to do it.”
Myra leaned forward and spoke up, and I didn’t miss that Nate glared the entire time. “I don’t know what is between the two of you, but you guys keep grumbling at each other. Dakota needs a night out.”
“I’m not dating her,” I repeated, growling.
“See? The grumbling. The growling. It just keeps happening.” Myra held up her hand as everyone started speaking at once again. “Let me continue.”
“Whatever you say, princess.” Nate glared.
Myra ignored him. “As I said, she needs a night out. She lost her babysitter.”
“Because Nancy left with that guy?” I asked.
“You sure do know a lot about her,” Nate said. Then rubbed the back of his head after Cross smacked it.
“Watch it,” Cross snarled.
“Thank you,” Myra said. “Next time, I’ll just hit him myself.”
“You could try,” Nate snapped.
“Are you sure I’m the one who needs to be told that I growl too much?” I asked. Everybody ignored me.
Figured.
Myra stared at me. “Anyway, Dakota needs time away from the Boulder Bean and the house. And you two need to make friends. I don’t know why you’re always so grumbly, though that is not my business, other than the fact that itismy business.”
“That does not make any sense,” I replied.
Myra shook her head. “It doesn’t have to, because I’m right.”
“I like Myra,” Prior said, and Paris just laughed.
“I love when she gets all prim and proper. It’s fun.” Paris looked at me. “We’re not asking you to go on a real date. More like dinner. Just out. Where she gets to hang out with humans that aren’t asking her to serve them and aren’t six years old, asking what their farts smell like.”
“Macon isn’t six years old, but I wouldn’t put that past him.” Nate grinned, and I glared at him.
“There are ladies present or I’d hit you for that.”
Nate met my gaze, and I knew if I weren’t careful, he would comment on the hitting thing and my fight club. So, I didn’t push.
“As I was saying,” Myra said, sounding a little more annoyed than usual, “it’s Dakota’s turn for a date. You’re going to be it.”
“Hold up. No, I’m not. Didn’t I just say that? More than once?”
“You did. But, yes, you are,” Cross added.