“Time will tell, right?” Ruthie asks.
“It has a way of showing you what stays and what fades away. The heart is a bitch like that. She does what she wants regardless of logic, or what we actually want. If I’d had my way, I would’ve been over Echo years ago. I tried to move on, but no relationship ever felt right. No man could outdo him.” I shake my head. “First love is dangerous that way. It’s tattooed on your heart and your soul.”
“That’s deep,” Blue whispers.
I nod at her statement. “But true.”
“Very much so.”
“How are you doing right now?” Ruthie asks Blue.
“I’m nervous as hell. I mean, just a few days and Bolt could be taken from us,” she answers.
“Never going to happen,” I say. “There’s no grounds for removal.”
“If the judge has a hard on for M.C.s there could be,” Blue argues.
I want to tell her she’s wrong, but we both know better.
“It seems like we should make this an official girl’s night and order pizza,” Ruthie suggests.
Blue grins. “I’m down for that.”
“Pepperoni and cheesy breadsticks?” I ask.
“Yes, and extra sauce on the side,” Ruthie says.
I laugh. “This is why I like you.”
She winks.
We order the pizza, pop out beers, and gather around the couch talking about smaller things.
“How’s the new job going?” Blue asks.
I laugh. “Dude, I am thoroughly entertained daily! I mean, some people come in and their stories are mind blowing. People suffering from cancer, insane migraines caused from horrific crashes, and then there are those you know bullshitted their way into a card.” I laugh and shake my head. “I love it.”
“Aren’t you afraid of being robbed?” Ruthie asks.
“Not with our security. If they get to me, they came in with a tank or something,” I scoff.
She laughs. “Yeah, sounds about right for KOC.”
A knock sounds.
“The pizza man wasn’t playing,” Blue jokes as she stands and walks over to the door. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
“Who?” I ask, jumping up.
“My mother.”
“Oh, shit,” Ruthie mutters.
We join her at the door. “Want to call Shadow?” I ask.
“No, I want to know what she wants.” Blue opens the door. “You have a lot of fucking nerve.”
“Please listen to me, it’s not what you think,” Pixie says.