Page 93 of Kissed By Her
Honor followed me as I walked up the creaky porch steps. The porch was teeny tiny and only had room for two chairs and a little table.
“Want a drink?” Lark asked as I walked through the front door.
“Yeah, absolutely,” I said, looking around.
The place was definitely shabby, but it was cute. Lorna had obviously had a hand in decorating.
There were chickens everywhere, and the main color scheme was yellow, white, and red.
“It was like this when I moved in,” Honor said behind me.
“Yeah, this doesn’t seem like your style.” I pointed to the row of chicken pictures on one of the walls.
“You get used to it after a while, if you can believe that.”
She led me to the red-and-white checked couch to the right of the front door.
Honor opened what looked like a china hutch to reveal a TV.
“This is mine,” she said, pointing to it. The screen barely fit in the hutch, even though it was small.
“Here you go,” Lark said, bringing glasses of rose over to all of us.
“Thanks,” I said, taking one from her.
“Do you want to see my bedroom?” Lark asked.
“Sure,” I said.
“You’re sitting in it,” she said, laughing.
“There’s only one bedroom,” Honor said.
“I refused to share,” Lark said. “So be nice to my bed.”
“I will,” I said, worried about spilling anything on the couch.
Honor’s spine was still rigid, and I wanted to tell her to chill out.
“Does this place have a name? You should absolutely call it The Chicken Coop or The Hen Den or something.”
Lark burst out laughing and so did Honor after a second.
“I’m going to tell Lorna that. She’ll love it. We could put a little sign on the door.”
“I’m not living in a place called The Hen Den,” Honor said as she sipped her wine.
“Then we’re calling it The Chicken Coop,” Lark said, cackling. “And on that note, I’m going to go sit on the porch and chat with the chickens.”
I wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to go, but I also wanted to have some time with Honor and check in and see how she was doing.
Lark saluted us with her wine.
“Layne, it was lovely to meet you, please come over again, and I absolutely approve of you dating my sister,” she said before she yanked the door open and slammed it.
“We’re not dating,” Honor said, but Lark was already outside.
I turned to look at Honor. “Wait, we’re not dating?”