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I’ve tried to focus on other things, to get my work done, but she’s invaded my every thought, and I’ve literally been counting the hours until I can see her again. To touch her again. To kiss her again.
Because kissing my Texas Princess is easily my new favorite thing to do.
I reach the end of the pool and take a tumble turn, using my legs against the wall to power myself back through the water. Stroke after stroke I swim, length after length, and with every stroke, every breath, I’m thinking of her.
Eventually, I reach the end of my set and clasp the edge of the pool, gulping in air.
“You showing off again?” a voice says, and I pull my goggles off to see Sofia standing at the water’s edge in a one-piece swimsuit, her hair swept up into a swim cap.
“It’s what I do,” I tell her with my tongue metaphorically in my cheek as I catch my breath.
“Race you to the end?” she asks.
“That’s not fair. You haven’t swum a hundred lengths already.”
“A hundred lengths? Pull the other one, Alex.”
“Okay, not a hundred, but more than you.”
“Chicken.” She throws me a smile before she puts her goggles in place and dives elegantly into the pool.
“Oh, you’ve got to be joking,” I grumble as I slide my goggles back on and throw myself into another length.
I may be exhausted, but I can’t let my bossy older sister get away with beating me, now, can I?
But beat me she does—only because she dived in and got a head start—and she’s still gloating when we grab our towels and sit on a couple of the pool loungers in the sun.
“Face it, Alex, you’re not as young as you once were,” she says as she leans back, a smirk on her pretty face, her long hair released from her swim cap.
“I’m younger than you!”
“Yes, but some of us age better than others, don’t we? I haven’t spent my 20s partying.”
I shake my head. “If you say so. But you can hardly say that was a fair competition. Now, if you want a real race?—”
“No, thank you,” she replies, interrupting me. “I’ve proven my point.”
“If your point is that you can only beat me when you have an incredibly unfair advantage, then yes, you’re right. You have.”
She lifts her sunglasses and smirks at me before she settles back into her lounger. Beating me fairly does not appear to be a high priority to her.
“I’ve made a decision,” she says after we’ve been relaxing in silence, me catching my breath after my workout, and her? Well, one length hardly constitutes a work out. She’s simply relaxing.
“Are you going to share your decision?”
“I’m getting married.”
I bolt upright in my seat. “What?!” I guffaw.
“You heard me.”
“But Sofe, you’re not even seeing anyone. Are you?”
She shifts in her seat. “Father’s arranging it.”
It’s not often my older sister leaves me speechless, but she’s certainly managed it today.
She peers at me over her sunglasses. “Well? Aren’t you going to say something?”
