“What a day,” Lyle mutters, the first to break the silence.
“I say we don’t talk about it for the next hour at least,” my mother says firmly. “Let’s talk about the inspector manufacturing excuses to see Rainbow, instead.”
“What?” I exclaim indignantly, my cheeks flushing red. “She came because Paris woke up. She needs his statement.”
“Oh please, girlfriend,” Lyle says, rolling his eyes. “Paris is in no shape to give a statement, and she knows it. She just wanted an excuse to see you again before the night was through.
“Did you get a chance to talk to her, alone?” My mom grins at me, her temporary fatigue forgotten.
“You guys!” I blush deeply, unable to control my reaction.
“Did you kiss her?” My mother’s eyes are mischievous for the first time in a long time.
“Mom!” I do not discuss my sex life with my mother. Not that I’m ashamed of it, but I’m just not comfortable sharing the tidbits. However, I am bursting with the news, and they are two of the people closest to me. “I asked her to dinner once this case is over,” I confide, slyly grinning myself.
“You go, girl!” Lyle crows as he and mom hi-five each other. “Pay up!” He holds his hand out to my mother who slaps a five dollar bill into it.
“What is that for?” I ask, glaring at both of them impartially.
“We had a little bet,” Lyle explains, slipping the five in his pocket. “I bet you’d ask the inspector out while the case was still ongoing while Songbird bet you’d ask after. I should have bet more.”
“You guys are unbelievable,” I laugh, shaking my head. Friends and family betting on my love life. Well, I’m glad someone gets some enjoyment out of it. “Did you bet on me breaking up with Vashti as well? Perhaps the date?”
“No, honey,” my mother says, placing her arm around my shoulder. “We wouldn’t bet on something like that.”