She looked concerned. “What happened?”
“Chelsea got lice at preschool.”
She sucked air through her teeth. “Ohhh.”
“The whole house has it. I probably have it,” I added. “Sarah’s having a panic attack. I have to go help. I can’t leave them there infested with bugs.”
“No, you can’t,” she agreed.
I let out a long breath. Then I arched an eyebrow. “I don’t suppose you’d want to come with me?”
She gave me an amused look. “To pick nits off your family? How romantic.”
“You want romance? I thought we were just curse breaking.”
“Of course I want romance,” she said.
“Well damn, you should have said something. I’ll get right on it.”
I dropped to one knee.
She sucked in air. “Uh, what are you doing?” she said, her eyes darting around.
“Romance.”
“Justin, stop it,” she whispered. “Get up! Get up!”
I took her hand and did my best to make my face straight. People were already stopping to watch. I made my voice low so only she could hear it. “Emma, would you do me the honor of delousing my family with me?”
She snorted.
I looked at her passionately. “Say yes. Please say yes. I want to spend the rest of my evening with you.”
She was trying not to laugh. “You are the worst…”
I grinned. “Is this a hostage situation?” I whispered.
“That’s exactly what this is.”
Someone was recording on their phone. Actually, lots of people were recording on their phones. I waited patiently for her answer.
She rolled her eyes. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, I will comb lice with you.”
I stood up and scooped her into my arms and spun her. People started clapping and cheering.
She laughed.
When I set her down, someone shouted congratulations and we both cracked up quietly. Then we stood there, still holding each other, my arms around her waist, hers around mine, the Toilet King pressed between us. I didn’t let go.
She didn’t let me go either.
“Head lice,” she said. “I was wondering how you were going to top kittens.” Her eyes moved to my lips. “You should check me too,” she said. “Just to be safe.”
“Wow. We’re checking each other for lice. I guess you could say things are gettin’ pretty serious.”
I felt her laugh against my chest.
“Are you sure you don’t mind coming to help?” I asked. “I know you didn’t want to spend time with the kids.”
“I got lice once in foster care before Maddy’s. It’s traumatic and humiliating, especially for teenagers. I don’t mind helping someone get it over with sooner.”
I smiled a little. If you would have told me a year ago that delousing my family would be a term of endearment for a date, I would have thought you were bullshitting.
You could have told me a lot of things a year ago that I would never have believed.
CHAPTER 28 EMMA
I dragged the lice comb down Sarah’s long locks.
She’d been sitting on the sofa when we came in, crying and hugging her legs. I thought maybe she’d prefer Justin or Leigh to do her hair and I would take Alex, but when we came in she scrambled off the sofa and barked “Emma” before stomping to the bathroom. So Justin started on Alex, and I took his sister.
She’d already washed her hair with the shampoo, so we got right to combing.
“This is so embarrassing…” Sarah said.
