Calista's smile widened. Guilty as hell. "Maybe."
"MOM!"
Soorin launched herself at the couch. Full attack mode.
Grabbed the nearest throw pillow.
"You can't just text my boyfriend! You can't just HAVE his number!"
Calista shrieked. Laughing. Trying to defend herself with her arms.
Tea sloshing dangerously.
"I was being friendly!"
"You asked him about dinner!" Pillow swat. "And you mentioned Dad wanting to 'talk business'!" Another swat. "He's terrified now! He told me in the car! He said 'your mom texted me' like you'd sent a death threat!"
"Good! Keeps him on his toes!"
"That's not helping, Mom!"
"It's perfect strategy!"
"It's psychological warfare!"
Another pillow hit.
Calista was laughing so hard she was crying. Actually crying.
"You're going to scare him away!"
"I am not!"
"You are! You're coming on too strong!"
"I'm being perfectly reasonable!"
"You mentioned the open window thing at breakfast!"
"That was hilarious!"
"For you! Not for us!"
