Kiki hated how happy it made her to hear Lena's voice, as if she fucking needed the other woman, but the lingering remnants of painkiller left her mellow enough to keep from snapping at her childhood friend.
"Quincey is marvelous, aren't you, handsome?" There was a rustling against the phone; Kiki had bent her head to kiss the dog's wrinkly forehead before she straightened. "So, married woman, how about we catch up sometime?" Kiki knew Lena would be able to hear the grin in her voice but she counted on Lena's sweet, trusting nature -- the girl was so unimaginative -- to keep her from guessing that she was actually outside the building.