CHAPTER SEVEN
NITA WENT TO WASH HER face and Heathcliffe took his cell phone outside to call Brita. She answered on the third ring, breathless. In the background a cacophony of canine sounds told Heathcliffe she was home.
“Hey, Heathcliffe. Are you okay?”
He smiled. Of course they only called her when they had trouble. He realized they needed to fix that. Though she and his brother Percy had yet to work out their differences, Brita was as much a part of the Honeybun clan as Percy was. And always would be. Heathcliffe loved her like a sister.
“I’m fine.”
“The leg’s okay?”
“Yeah. A little sore, but I can live with it.”
“You know Edric’s been trying to reach you.” Brita didn’t bother to hide the censure in her voice. She thought of him like a brother too.
“I know. I need to call him.”
