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“But what will your dad?—”
“Sod Father too.”
“Even if they take your inheritance?”
“Cassidy, I have a degree from Oxford. I can find a job, and I’m perfectly capable of working. You’ve spent so much time worrying about what Remy and I would do to each other, but you never considered the possibility of us being exactly what the other needs.”
“Because it’s ludicrous.” She laughed.
“Absolutely deranged.”
“Completely demented.” She snorted, firing up even thicker laughter.
“Totally mad, Cass.”
“Mad for each other,” Remy added.
The cousins went “Awww!”
For a moment, she took us both in wistfully. “You’re really serious?”
“As a fucking heart attack,” Remy answered.
“Remington Winfield,” Cass’s mom snapped. “You are in the house of God.”
“Sorry, Aunt Jenny.”
But Cass’s eyes were all shiny and big and her smile all bent up as she tried not to cry. “My best friend and my cousin might be even better than Henry. I hate you two so much,” she said, reaching for us both to pull us into a hug. “Don’t ever lie to me again.”
“Never,” we promised.
When she let us go, she wiped her face and sniffled. Crazy Aunt Julie supplied a tissue out of thin air and put it in Cass’s hand.
“You,” Cass said, nodding at Remy, “Go get us coffee.” She blew her nose with a honk.
“Yes, ma’am. Text me your order,” he said, touching the small of my back and pressing a kiss to my temple before he left.
“You,” Cass said again, this time hooking her arm in mine to pull me toward the vanities, “Come sit next to me and get your hair done while you tell me everything.”
One of my brows arched. “Everything?”
“Not that. Please, God, not that. Everything else.”
I pulled her to a stop. “Cass, I really am so sorry.”
She assessed me for a beat. “Last night, you said you might be in love with him. Is that true?”
“It’s absolutely absurd. Perfectly preposterous. Infinitely insane. And yes, I very well might be.”
She launched herself at me, throwing her arms around mine, and I circled mine around her waist, noting that she was crying again.
“Please, don’t cry.”
“I love you, Jessa. Take care of each other so I can retire my hit list, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed on a laugh. “I love you too.”
She let me go, taking a step back to look at me. “And if you ever talk like Mary Poppins again, I’ll slap you.”
