Page 133 of Romeo

Fiona hit my chest with enough force to knock me back half a step, her arms wrapping around my neck.

I caught her around the waist automatically.

“You came,” she whispered against me. The emotion in her voice did something uncomfortable to the middle of my chest.

“Of course I came.”

Her arms tightened. “You didn’t tell me.”

“Wanted to surprise you.”

She pulled back enough to look at me, her eyes bright. “You’re really here.”

I laughed softly. “I’m really here, Cher.”

Her smile widened. I’d spent months telling myself she was mine.

The La Croix curse. Fate. Instinct. Whatever name I wanted to give the certainty that had hit me the first night I saw her.

None of it felt half as powerful as Fiona spotting me in a crowded gymnasium and running straight into my arms.

That was her choice.

I hadn’t arranged it.

Hadn’t coaxed it out of her with a carefully worded text or shown up at Granny’s house with a plan.

She’d simply seen me and come.

Over her shoulder, I caught sight of Georgie near the bleachers. He looked delighted. If delighted meant imagining approximately fourteen different ways to murder me.

I smiled at him and his eyes narrowed. Fiona followed my gaze and laughed when she saw her brother.

“Don’t encourage him.”

“I’m standing here minding my own business.”

“You’re smiling at him.”

I looked down at her, my grin spreading wider. “I smile at everybody.”

“Not like that.”

She knew me entirely too well already. I set her fully back on her feet but kept one arm around her waist while people moved around us.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here before your brother decides glaring isn’t enough.”

“He’s already making a scene just by standing there.” She laughed.

“Then let’s give him something to really glare about.”

She shook her head. “You’re terrible.”

“You love it.”

The words came out before I thought about them. Fiona laughed, but she didn’t correct me.

And of course I fucking noticed.