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“Can we stop for ice cream?”
I glanced over at Mitzy. She hadn’t spoken a word since I got back into the car. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking or feeling. “Hungry?”
Mitzy glanced over at me. “I could go for ice cream.” She bit her bottom lip. “And a cheeseburger with onion rings.”
I reached over and laid my hand on her thigh. “Mitzy,” I called.
“Monk.”
“Birdie, I think we need to talk about what just happened before we stop for ice cream.”
Mitzy sighed and looked out the window. “I don’t have anything to say, Monk. I let that all go. Years ago, I let it go. Today was just me being able to tell Allan ‘fuck you.’”
I chuckled. “That was pretty kickass when you flipped him off.”
She looked over at me. “Would you expect anything less from a Badass Sister?” she laughed. “I told Memphis a month back that all she needed to do was raise her middle finger in the world and tell the world ‘fuck you.’ If I wouldn’t have done that today, I would have regretted it. Those two words were the only ones Allan deserved.”
“You did good.”
Mitzy sighed. “So, am I going to get to fire Rain, or are you guys going to take care of that?”
I chuckled and shrugged. “Not sure. We left that up to Rebel.”
Mitzy laid her head back. “This is all Allan’s fault. He manipulated her.”
He had, but at the end of the day, Rain had made her choice. She chose that piece of shit, and that said a hell of a lot about her, too. “I don’t know what is going to happen to her, Mitzy, but I don’t want you to worry about her. She’s not worth a second of your time.”
We drove in silence until I parked in front of a burger joint.
A laugh bubbled from Mitzy.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
She turned in her seat and smiled—a real, genuine smile. “You have brains and blood on your pants, Monk. We can’t go inside, and we’re never going to get our deposit back on this rental.”
I shrugged and started back up the car. “We’ll hit the drive-thru, and I’ll vacuum before we return the rental.”
“Easy peasy,” Mitzy laughed. She shook her head and sighed. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna have a dull moment being an ol’ lady.”
I pulled around into the drive-thru and waited behind a white sedan. “I mean, would you really want it any other way? Besides, you’re living the Badass Sister life now, too.”
“We are getting shirts made up, too,” Mitzy smiled. “We’ll be all official. Will you wear one if I wear your cut?”
I leaned over the center console and pressed a kiss to Mitzy’s lips. “I love you, Birdie, but there is not a chance in hell I will ever wear a shirt that says Badass Sisters on it.”
Mitzy’s eyes connected with mine. “But I can still wear your cut?”
“Only if you’re naked, Birdie.”
She bit her bottom lip and sighed. “Deal.”
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