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“Rook left?” Surprise laces my tone even though relief is flooding me.
“His brother was arrested,” she follows that with a laugh.
“What?” I ask because I don’t see the humor in handcuffs.
“Something about a fight in a bar. Rook will handle it.” She turns to look at herself in the mirror. “I should have brought my purse in with me. My makeup could use a redo.”
“You’re beautiful,” I reassure her because it’s the truth. “Your makeup is perfect.”
Her gaze catches mine in the mirror. “Can you believe this is my life, Carrie? I had no idea what my future looked like a year ago.”
I push a lock of her hair behind her shoulder. “I believe it. This is the life you deserve, Abs. It’s the life you’re meant to be living.”
“I want you to be as happy as I am,” she whispers, her eyes still locked on mine in the mirror.
“I am happy.” I smile to accentuate the point. “I have a kick-ass career, the best sister in the world, and I’m going to be an aunt…a very cool aunt.”
A light laugh escapes her. “You do have a great life.”
“You know it,” I say with conviction, even though I confessed to being a virgin to an Adonis tonight.
She extends her left hand to me. “Come say goodbye to Tel.”
My gaze drops to it and the engagement and wedding rings circling her finger. Happiness engulfs me, and I can’t hold it in. A tear streams down my cheek, so I swipe it away quickly.
“You’re crying,” she says, taking my hand. “Happy or sad tears?”
“Happy.”
“Me, too.” She sighs. “After we say goodbye to Tel, let’s take another picture. I want one of just the two of us.”
“I’d love that,” I whisper.
“I love you,” she reminds me. “I can’t wait until the day I can be your matron of honor.”
“I love you, too.” I glance at the mirror again. “Don’t hold your breath on the matron of honor thing. I’m not in a rush to get married.”
“That timetable isn’t yours to set.”
“Oh, yes, it is,” I argue.
“Love is going to show up when you least expect it.” She points a finger at me. “Be ready for it.”
The only thing I’m ready for is for this night to be over and for Rook to forget every word I said to him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rook
I push open the door of the police precinct in midtown. “How many times do you think I can work my magic?”
I hear my brother chuckling behind me. “Your magic knows no limits.”
Once we’re on the sidewalk, I spin to face him. “Twice in the past month is a lot, Milo.”
“As if it’s my fault, Rook.” He drops his phone into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “All I wanted was a glass of good scotch. That’s it. How the fuck is it my fault that there are so many assholes in this city?”
“It was the asshole’s fault that your fist ended up near missing his jaw?”
