And underwear. Not that I tried for long. Some things aren’t worth saving.
Nola shook her head. “What am I going to do with you?” She gave me that sisterly smile that made her look ten years older than me, instead of my age. “How are you feeling? Are those bruises on your neck?”
“Good, and no. Not really. It’s. .” I was going to say nothing, but Nola could see right through my lies. “Well, maybe not fine, but. . you know.” I waved at her to sit on my ratty couch, which she did, and I sat on one of the chairs by the little round table at the window. “What are you doing here?” I asked again.
“You know I’m trying to get custody of Cody Miller?”
I laced my fingers together and rubbed my thumbs over the marks on my right and left hands. Marks put there in part, I was told, by Cody using me as a conduit for magic. A lot of magic.
“Is that his last name?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m running into a little bit of trouble getting him released. He was put in the state mental health hospital for criminal use of magic-forging signatures with magic.” She shook her head. “He must have been eighteen when that happened. They said he suffered a mental break during his trial and has never been the same. But now it’s been determined he needs to undergo more psychological exams.” She shook her head. “They’ve had him for two years; I don’t know what they haven’t tested by now.”
“Wait, Cody’s twenty?”
“Right.” Nola dug in her purse, pulled out a photo of a young man with delicate, almost fragile features. He was smiling, but his blue, blue eyes held the kind of simple intelligence I’d expect from a child.
“He’s twenty on the outside, but not mentally,” Nola said. “I decided I might be able to talk to some people personally, and find out why he hasn’t been released into my custody yet. I’m hoping to take him home with me in the next few days.”
“Want me to see if I can pull some strings for you?”
“Can you?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. I still haven’t talked much with my dad’s lawyers. But Violet basically told me the fate of Beckstrom Enterprises is mine to decide. And I’m sure Beckstrom Enterprises has string-pulling capabilities.” I grinned. “Power in the palm of my hand. Pretty cool, huh?”
“Mmm,” she agreed. “How are you doing with that?”
I opened my mouth to say I was fine, I could handle it, it was no big deal. But there was something about Nola that negated my bullshit ability. I’d never been able to lie to her, so I didn’t even try.
“I’m worried. I’m not sure what I should do. Violet has done a really good job running the business since his, uh. . death. She’s still working on developing magic-technology integrations. She. . she has reasons to keep things running.”
I didn’t tell her Violet was pregnant with the child of my powerful and not-nearly-dead-enough father. My one and only sibling. Violet said Dad didn’t know about the baby before he died. I didn’t know whether he’d hear me if I said it out loud. The idea of having to deal with his ghostly fit when he found out sounded like a joy I wanted to save for later.
The flutter started up in the back of my head and I rubbed my forehead until it stopped.
“Allie?” Nola asked.
“I’m fine. My head still feels weird after everything.”
“Pike?” she asked.
I nodded. And before her concern could turn to pity, I said, “I don’t have the training to run Beckstrom Enterprises the way it should be run. I’ve hated it for so long. Still, there might be someone there who could help with Cody. I can call Violet and find out who I should talk to.”
“Are you and she getting along okay?” she asked. “It must be really hard to work together with your dad’s business and money, so close to his death.”
Oh, she had no idea how close to his death I was. Time to change the subject.
“You didn’t get a hotel, did you?” I asked. “You should stay here with me.”
“I did make reservations, just in case.” She glanced over at my answering machine. “I called, but you never answered.”
I looked over at the machine too. The light was green. No messages waiting. “Maybe I forgot.”
She nodded. “Still keeping your journal, honey?”
“Yes. But I’ve been having some problems with phones and stuff.”
“And your computer?” she asked.
“No, that’s been fine. But anything electric I keep on me-cell phone, watch-wears out fast.”
“So your landline is okay?” she pressed.
“Yes.”
“I thought you and I had a deal about your checking in every day for a little while. I even had a phone installed for you.”
“What are you, my mom?”
“No, I’m your extra memory, remember? You, my friend, have holes in your head.” She held up a finger at my faked shock. “If you want me to tell you what’s been happening in your life when magic eats up your memory, then you need to tell me what’s going on. So, what’s been going on?”
I glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Well, for one thing, I have a date tonight.”
She didn’t even fight the smile that made her face light up like she was made of sunshine.
“With Zayvion?”
I nodded. “We haven’t had much of a chance to really talk since I came back to town. Or at least not about normal things. Not about us. He remembers. . things about us I don’t remember. Which is weird. So we’re going to try a date-a real date. Get to know each other a little better.”
“When is he supposed to be here?” She stood and looked me up and down, obviously not impressed by my wet-cuffed jeans and sweater. “Are you going to dinner? How fancy is the restaurant?”
“Less than an hour. And yes, superfancy. He made reservations at the Gargoyle.”
“Tell me you’re not wearing that.”
“Excuse me? Did I just hear fashion attitude from a woman who wears overalls and men’s boots every day?”
She made a face at me. “Only on the farm. Do you even own girl clothes?”
“These are girl clothes.”
“Dress? Skirt? Heels?” She said each word slowly, as if I’d never heard them before.
“Maybe. I think so. I haven’t really looked through my closet. There’s a couple boxes of stuff I haven’t unpacked.”
“Oh my God, Allie. Your date is in an hour and you haven’t even started to look through your clothes?”
“It’s been a weird day,” I drawled.
She laughed. “All your days are weird. Let me help. You go take a shower. Want me to dig through your closet or make coffee?”
“Coffee. You are staying with me, right?”
She was already moving toward my kitchen. “If I’m not in the way.”
I got as far as the bathroom door before I heard, “Oh, Allie!”
“What?” I yelled.
“Roses. Everywhere.” She came out of the kitchen, a single pink long-stemmed rose in her hand. “You do know your kitchen is filled with them, right?”
I smiled. “There are a few irises in there too.”
“Bargain at the flower shop?”
“Nope.”
“Secret admirer?”
“No.”
“Spill.”
“Zayvion.”
The sunshine smile was back, and she got that goo-goo softy look. “Then you definitely need to put on girl clothes. Go. Shower.” She waved her hand at me. “I’ll arrange the flowers too.”
