by Lisa Nowak
Part of me wants to punch her, and the rest is just grateful she’s smart enough to have everything figured out. The two feelings wrestle with each other until the second one squashes the first. Bailey might be a little crazy, but she loves me.
“It’s okay,” I say, forcing some flippancy into my tone. “At least your grandiose delusions came in handy.”
She manages a smile, but her eyes are glistening. “I really didn’t mean to blow off your problems, Piper. I know this has gotta be hell.”
I get up and go over to put my arms around her. “Yeah, but you’re going to help me fix it, right?”
“That’s right,” Bailey says, hugging me back fiercely. “Whoever took your family better watch their asses, because I plan on kicking them clear to New Seattle.”