Maeve turned on her heel and stormed into the cafe then, just like that. I knew she was going to find Lee Ann. Harmony would be fired before the day was out—about a month too late, really. I stood there for another silent moment, watching Harmony fret and simper and flush.
Then I said, “I told her she should go to the police now. But she didn’t want to. So…” I couldn’t resist. I pulled a Katara: I pointed two fingers at my eyes, then at her, then flipped my braid over my shoulder and followed Maeve into the cafe.
I’d always wanted to do that. Yes, today, motherfucker.
* * * *
Maeve slid into the couch next to me, tight against my side, and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “I wish I’d stayed to see the Katara moment, but still. Did I mention how hot you were the other day?”
It was Friday
