Chapter 14
Trisha had handed her a baked gingerbread man on which she’d piped a particularly large bulge of icing between his legs.
“Tried it already,” Nika said back to her. “Like it just fine.” She bit the head off the cookie and mimicked Trisha’s earlier “Yum” sound to make her point, evoking another round of laughter. Nika couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so much.
“Den wha’ be de problem, gel?” Lola asked in a New Orleans Creole accent so thick it might have been spoken by some ancient voodoo-priestess crone.
That sobered Nika. There were things she’d explained to Clint, that she still couldn’t believe that she’d told him, but she definitely wasn’t going to be explaining to anyone else. However, her new friends deserved an answer.
Friends. Impossibly, in just a few ho
