Christen finished wiping down the counter, glancing up at the clock as she mentally counted down when she was due to pick up Henry. There were still another two hours before Boo went to bed, so it would likely be another two and a half before she went by to get her son. The younger boy had asked that Henwy stay until bedtime, and Christen had been powerless to deny his request, especially as he had looked up to her with big, pleading eyes. Damn his beautiful eyes, they reminded her too much of his sister’s.
Christen startled out of her thoughts by the doorbell, followed by the sound of the front door opening.
“Honey, I’m home!”
Christen rolled her eyes at the sound of Tyler’s obnoxious entry, as well as her presence in her home. She had asked her sister to go for lunch tomorrow and Tyler had just agreed. The entire conversation had taken place not – Christen glanced at the clock – twenty minutes ago. There was no way the woman had mixed up the dates- Christen had specifically stated tomorrow, and Tyler had confirmed yep, sis, see you tomorrow.
“Chrissy poo,” Tyler said reproachfully, upon entering the kitchen, “it is rude not to greet one’s guests at the door.”
Christen snorted, placing her dishcloth in the sink.
“It’s rude to just invite yourself into someone’s home too.”
“I was invited.”
“Tomorrow. For lunch.”
“I missed you. Can you blame me for wanting to see you? I haven’t seen you these past few weeks as you’ve been entirely too busy shagging your new girlfriend.”
Christen shook her head.
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“You’ve made Tobin into your fuck buddy? Well done, sis. Didn’t know you had it in you,” Tyler teased. She knew damn well Tobin was more than that to Christen, but it was oh so fun to tease her.
“Where’s Robyn?” Christen asked, changing the subject.
“With Ping. Where’s Tobin?”
“Her name is Mulan.”
“Ping suits her better. Where’s Tobin? Tied up in your bed? Gagged? In your dungeon of pleasure?”
Christen let out a small sound of irritation. So Tyler was here to question her then. At least she would take her side. Tyler always took her side, even when she was in the wrong. Well, she’d tell Christen she was wrong but then would defend her to everyone else. It’s kind of nice, even though her sister is an irritating thorn.
Simply for something to do, Christen grabbed the kettle and filled it with water, placing it on the stove before reaching for the tea.
She’s… gone.”
“Gone?”
“Yes. I’m not sure where she is, but it isn’t here.”
“Trouble in paradise?”
“Something like that.”
“What happened?”
Christen sighed, scooping tea leaves into two tea infusers as she half glanced at her sister, half looked at what she was doing.
“We had a… I guess you could call it a fight. Though it was more of a heated discussion I suppose.”
“Well she’s an idiot. You’ll be having a lot of those, I expect. What did she get wrong this time?”
