Lilah’s a bombshell pop princess who writes songs that helped shape a generation and married her very own prince charming, and I... I tried being her assistant for a few months and hated it. I hated all the attention being even remotely in her orbit forces on you, and that’s saying something, considering the way we all grew up.
We’re a family full of superstar athletes. Media and social media attention is nothing new, even if it’s something I’ve always hated. But Lilah’s level is the kind that bleeds over intoeveryoneandevery aspectofeverythingin her life and yours. She and our brother Noah have done the music thing together, and thankfully, the interest has stayed on them for the most part, leaving our youngest brother, Asher, and me alone. At least until I was working for her. The minute that started to change, I was out.
“Dillan . . .”
Oh right. Kevin asked a question.
“No. Sorry.”Not really.“I don’t have my sister’s schedule.” I shrug and smile as I slide out of the booth. “Could you excuse me for a moment. I need to...” I point behind me toward the ladies room, but Kevin’s eyes are already back on his phone.
I am going to kill Lilah.
Once I’m locked behind the closed restroom door, I pull out my phone and look for my latest text chain.
Dillan
I am going to kill you.
Asher
What did I do?
Dillan
Sorry. Meant to just text Lilah.
Noah
You texted the group. You okay?
Lilah
Wait. What did I do?
Dillan
You set me up with a guy who I’m pretty sure wants to screw YOU.
Asher
Oh shit. Don’t tell her husband that.
Noah
Who’d you set her up with?
Lilah
I’m sitting across from you on a bus. Why are you texting that?
Noah
Dramatic effect.
Dillan
She set me up with Kevin Kosen.
Noah
