“No. But the principal walked past and I think evenhedidn’t believe Cade had the audacity to fuck a girl in—”
“Do we need to be having this conversation?” I growl, tucking the top sheet around my waist as I wade into the living room.
“Yeah, we need to stay focused. You know he has the attention span of a gnat. Cade says he won’t go visit her.”
“I won’t.” When the three witches start hissing and spitting at me, I snap, “She said she needed to find herself. I’m not going to fuck with that.”
“Finding herself is a euphemism for finding another guy to get under so she can get over you.”
“Raisin,” I snarl.
“What? It’s true!”
“It is,” Kitty agrees. “Especially with nails like that.”
“I’m going to call her.”
“Call her?” Neev repeats, shaking her head. “That’s not the big show that every woman wants.”
“We need to make him watchAn Officer and a Gentleman,” Róisín whispers.
“He’s not going to war,” Neev says.
“Every day’s a war. He could get shot whenever he goes out. Or arrested.”
“Cheerful, Raisin,” I mutter.
“It’s true,” she defends.
“I’ve seen that movie.”
Kitty arches a brow. “Youhave watchedAn Officer and a Gentleman?”
“Yeah. Richard Gere, right?”
“Yeah.”
“He goes into that factory and sweeps her off her feet. That Deborah chick.”
“Deborah Winger.” Róisín chuckles. “Youhavewatched it.”
“Probably to ensure he got laid afterward.”
Scratching my chin, I admit, “It probably did involve a date, Neev.” My brow furrows. “She meant it.”
“Meant what?”
“That she doesn’t know who she is. Isn’t that something you have to figure out on your own?”
“Never seen you be more ‘Cade’ than when you’re around her.”
My frown deepens as I stare at Neev. Kitty said something similar, but Kitty is Kitty. If Neev thinks it too, maybe I should be listening. “What are you talking about?”
“You used to be so sweet, Cade. After…” She clears her throat. “You know, everything, it made you a jerk with women. Heck, with most people who aren’t family. You were sweet with her, though. Maybe you shouldn’t be trusted to find yourselves when you’re on your own. Maybe you’re better people together, you know?”
“That’s flawed logic,” I grumble.
“It’s logic nonetheless,” Kitty crows. “Now, we told Lucas you caught the plague, and we’ve booked you a flight that takes off in four hours—”