"It's a legitimate tactical consideration," Belle said.
"It's the horniest tactical consideration I've ever heard." Addison's black lipstick had smeared slightly at one corner and she made no attempt to fix it. "Also the field capacity thing. Six extra cups in the vault means he stops walking around with four days on the clock like an idiot with an overdraft."
"You understood the vault mechanic," I said.
"I listen when Aurora talks about you, which is constantly, and it's exhausting." She said it without heat, which from Addison Baxter was practically a love letter.
Naomi hadn't spoken. She was still holding the pillow, and her ears were the color of the cider, and when she finally opened her mouth her voice came out smaller than she wanted it to.
"All four of us," she said. "At the same time."
I sat forward. Slowly, because she was already at the edge of something and I'd learned exactly how much room Naomi Love needed before she chose to step forward on her own.
