She looked at the punk rock princess incredulously. “You want me to go furniture shopping with you?” The idea was almost insane. “I wouldn’t mind going with you, but I’m going to have Valerie later and I know how you feel about smiling and children, so…”
Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Abort. ABORT. This wolf and children was a disastrous mix. She remembered being asked to hold a baby once, and it had been the most uncomfortable three minutes of her life. “Nope. Not doing that…” Zoey shuddered at the thought and wrinkled her nose. “This is why you and I can’t be friends. Because you have a child and children and I do not make a good cocktail.” It was a joke. Mostly.
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