“Tell him not to bother,” I said, turning on my heel and walking away.
* * *
Two hours later, Wyatt walked in, Violet and Sierra in tow.
“Rocky sent in the big guns, huh?” I asked, greeting them at the door.
Violet grinned. “We have no idea what you’re talking about. We’re here for the pie.”
“Right,” I deadpanned. “Booth or breakfast bar?”
“Breakfast bar,” they said in stereo.
“Sit anywhere you like.” They sat up at the bar and I handed them menus. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Coffee, please. Cream with Splenda,” Wyatt said.
“Same, but I’ll have sugar,” Violet said.
“I’ll have tea, please,” Sierra countered. “English Breakfast, if you have it.”
I slid the multi-pack of sugar and sweetener choices in front of them, then grabbed coffee, tea, and cream as they perused the menu.
“I donotwant to get into the whole Healy thing,” I said. “So, if you’re really here to order pie and chat, I’m all for it, but otherwise, please don’t waste your time.”
“Healy thing?” Wyatt asked in mock innocence, not looking up from the menu.
Violet grinned, taking a sip of her coffee. “I’ll take a slice of the razzleberry, ala mode.”
“Warmed?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?”
I grinned.
Wyatt closed the menu. “I’ll have the chocolate cream. Just by itself.”
“I’ll take a piece of carrot cake, please,” Sierra said. “No ice cream.”
“Coming right up.”
I stepped into the kitchen just as Dusty was stalking my way. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m gonna get rid of those biker whores. Just give me five minutes.”
“Don’t you dare,” I whispered.
She frowned. “And why not?”
“First of all, they’re not whores, they’re actually really sweet. And they’ve promised to be on their best behavior. They are just here for your desserts. Nothing more,” I promised.
She crossed her arms and scoffed. “They should be here for their just deserts.”
“So far, they have been nothing but kind,” I said. “If that changes, I’ll handle it.”
She raised her eyebrows. “How kind?”
I filled her in on the panic attack and how Wyatt handled it. I left out the reasonsforthe panic attack, letting her believe it was because of the breakup, which was a perfectly acceptable reason to melt down, after all.
“Oh, honey,” Dusty breathed out, pulling me in for a hug. “You must have been terrified.”