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Tristan blew out a breath. “I think I beat you on complications this time.”
“Is she worth it?”
Were they worth it? That was the million dollar question.
And he was even more reluctant to ask Jules and Randy where he fit in their world.
If he fit.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Randy’s sister Harper demanded.
Randy glanced down at the loaf of fresh bread he’d picked up at a fancy bakery and sighed. When your sister was a rockstar chef and caterer, it was hard to decide what to bring to dinner.
Usually, he went with wine. This time, Harp had requested bread because she was behind and just this once, she and her family could consume store bought.
Now he was thinking skipping the wine was a mistake. Maybe he just should’ve gone with a six-pack.
Mostly for him.
“Seriously?” He juggled the bread and the bag of stuff he had for Lex. “Can’t I even get inside before the inquisition begins?”
“What inquisition? I?
?m just a worried older sister, as is my right since you tried to eat the cord to the plugged in iron when you were two. Come here, you big jerk.” She hauled him in for a hug that belied her small size.
Harper was a whirlwind, and having a kid and a career and a hubby with a crazy, non-traditional job had just emphasized how many plates she could balance without faltering.
They’d always been pretty close, and more so since they often found themselves working together since he’d picked up an Oblivion circuit or two in his time. He admired the hell out of her, and luckily, he also liked her husband. Deacon was a decent dude and a good father and he loved his wife and kid without reserve. As far as things went, Randy didn’t think he could ask for more from Harp’s spouse. They were pretty much living the dream.
Even if his sister had claimed to not care that much about getting married or having kids. Falling in love changed a lot of things, he supposed.
Not that he knew anything about that.
Liar.
“I might’ve tried to eat the cord, but obviously, I’ve learned my lesson about electrical and fire safety.”
Even saying the words reminded him, not for the first time, about Juliet’s odd reaction to the mini torches the other night at the concert. Life had been so chaotic since that he’d pushed her momentary panic to the back of his mind, but he needed to figure out a way to bring it up without scaring her off.
He had to let her know that she could trust him—trust them—with anything. Too bad she was almost as tight of a vault as Tris when it came to unburdening emotional things.
“You have, and nice try at changing the topic.” Harper eased back and accepted the bread he held out. “So? Where is she? I thought for sure you’d be bringing your girlfriend to dinner. Not that you told your sister about any of this.” She sniffed. “I’m not hurt. Much.”
Randy had to laugh. “I’d ask how you know, but I guess everyone does now. Let me guess. Magazine? TV? Or did Lila send out a memo?”
“Memo, definitely. You know our Lila. Hey man.” Deacon McCoy, esteemed bassist of Oblivion, strolled into the front hall and gave Randy one of those manly half hug deals, clapping him hard enough on the back to bruise a kidney. The dude was built. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
“You too. Both of you.” Randy poked his sister’s arm and she just hugged him again. “Seriously, Harp? What’s with all the hugging today?”
“I’m just happy for you. Isn’t a girl allowed to be happy that her brother is finally—”
“Getting some? Kinda creepy.”
“Oh my God. That was not what I was going to say.”
“No, she was going to say that yay, you have a girlfriend so she can stop fielding questions from your parents about your possible interest in the other team.”
