Wren had to cut this train off at the pass. Fast. “The two of you are very different people, so I get why you rub each other wrong. All I’m saying is that doesn’t mean he’s grumpy or unfriendly.”
Lark, mercifully, accepted that answer without further question. Wren didn’t know if that was because her sister was letting her off the hook easy, too tired to debate it, or if she accepted the words at face value since the idea of Wren being attracted to a man was completely out of the realm of believability. Wren had to admit, the thought that Lark might believe the latter hurt.
“Sounds like I dodged a bullet.” Lark pressed a hand to her chest, palm flat against her heart. “I swear, that’s the last time I’ll ever ask you to do something like that again. I put you in some really awful situations. If I’d known any of that would happen, I never would have asked you to?—”
Wren cut her off. “It’s fine, Lark. I swear.” She pursed her lips, considering if she was wise to confess the next part. Then she went for it, because she knew her sister well enough to know she’d lose sleep over putting Wren in an uncomfortable position. “To be perfectly honest, I had a lot of fun this weekend.”
Lark’s eyes widened, then a shit-eating grin emerged. “Wait. Are you telling me the ultimate homebody actually had fun out in the world around—gasp—other humans?”
“I knew I shouldn’t have told you that.”
Lark threw her arms around her. “I’m glad you told me. And I’m so happy that you had fun.”
Wren hugged her back, then swallowed hard.
She should tell Lark about the kiss. Her sister needed to know. Unfortunately, the words lodged in her throat, refusing to be spoken.
Because Lark would absolutely lose her shit.
Besides, there was a part of Wren—a reckless part she’d had no idea existed—that didn’t want to say the words aloud and make them real.
Grayson had promised to forget it, and she hoped he meant that.
Lark’s phone pinged with a text. She read it and groaned. “Speaking of dodging bullets…”
“What now?” Wren asked, uncertain if she could take any more of her sister’s drama tonight.
“Tommy’s texting.”
Wren rolled her eyes. “What’s he want?”
“What do you think? He wants to talk about the breakup.”
Wren’s patience for Tommy had evaporated long ago. “Block his number.”
Lark burst out laughing. “Yeah, because he totally can’t find me if I do that. His parents live next door to ours.”
“I know, but still,” Wren said, lifting one shoulder casually.
“He’d just come bang on the door.”
Wren hated that Lark was right. For someone who seemed to have very little patience for most of her sister’s personality traits, Tommy was still determined that she was the woman for him. The problem was, he kept promising to change, to accept her for who she was, but then Lark would get a little loud when they were out with friends or show up late or forget to do something he asked her to do, and they were thrust right back into the same cycle. Tommy would correct her or condescend to her, Lark would see red, tell him to take a hike, and so on and so on and…
It had happened three times before, which should mean he was out—for good. This was strike number four.
“Lark,” Wren started.
“I’m done with him, Wrennie,” Lark insisted, with enough sincerity that she believed her.
“Maybe you could say something to Jace,” Wren suggested. “They’re best friends. See if Jace can convince him to move on.”
Lark made a face. “Jace is Team Tommy. He’s made that obvious from the start. Plus…I get the feeling he doesn’t like me very much.”
Wren frowned. “Why would you say that?”
Lark shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s this super-chill, fun guy around pretty much everyone, but with me, he’s either distant or cold.”
Wren was surprised by that, because she honestly hadn’t met many people who didn’t like Lark. Despite her flightiness and forgetfulness, she was the most fun person Wren knew. And she didn’t feel that way just because Lark was her sister. Wren had eyes, and she could see the way Lark attracted people like bees to honey.
