I didn't want Kayla hearing anything Penelope might say, so I disconnected the phone from the car, grabbed it, held it against my shoulder and ear, and merged into the next lane.
"Pen?" I said.
"Hey, I heard you're also coming for dinner," she said. Her voice was loud and careless, like she didn't even check where she was calling from. "Can you come pick me up?"
"Sure. Where do you live?"
"Close to Mendy's," she answered. "I'll send you the location. Thanks."
"Yep."
"I won't show you my tits in the car if you're hoping for that," she added, then hung up.
I blinked. Jesus. I exhaled a laugh, one of those tired ones. Good thing I disconnected the speakers. The last thing I needed was Kayla hearing that. Penelope was… something else. Brutally honest. Sharp-tongued. Didn't care whose toes she stepped on. Hell, the first thing she did when we met was size me up and decide she kinda hated me. But at least she was real. Chaotic real, with no filter.
