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‘Wrong again. I’m getting married!’
Katie spilled her coffee and it splashed across her skirt and her legs. ‘Shit.’
‘I know you’re not the world’s biggest romantic, but I can’t believe you actually said that.’
‘It was a reaction to the severe burn I just gave myself, not a reaction to your news.’ She’d never used to swear, but years of working in the emergency department had changed that. ‘You were saying…?’ She grabbed some paper towels and mopped up the mess. ‘Married? Who to?’
‘What do you mean “Who to?”? To Dan, of course.’
‘Do I know about Dan?’ Katie had lost track of her sister’s relationships. ‘Oh, wait—I do remember you mentioning him. He’s your latest.’
‘Not only my latest, but my last. He’s The One.’
Katie rolled her eyes, relieved it wasn’t a video call. ‘You thought Callum Parish was “The One”, too.’
‘He was my first. You always love your first.’
Katie hadn’t loved her first. Katie had never been in love. She was pretty sure that part of her was faulty.
‘What’s his problem?’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘You always pick men who are going through a hard time. You like to save people.’
‘That is not true. And Dan doesn’t have a problem—except perhaps that his future sister-in-law is insane.’
Future sister-in-law? Katie struggled to get her head around that. ‘If he doesn’t have a problem why are you marrying him? Are you pregnant?’
‘No, I’m not pregnant! I’m marrying him because I’m in love.’
Love. A disease with an uncertain prognosis that often struck without warning.
‘Just checking you’re not being pressured into something, that’s all. It’s important that you’re doing it for the right reasons.’
Katie couldn’t think of a single reason that made sense, but she was willing to accept her own limitations in that area. Rosie was right. She wasn’t romantic. She didn’t watch romantic movies. She didn’t read romance. She didn’t dream of weddings. She lived a life drenched in reality. She saw plenty of endings, few of them happy.
‘Can’t you be pleased for me?’
‘I’m your big sister. My job is to protect you.’
‘From what?’
‘From anything and everything that might harm you. In this case from yourself. You’re impulsive and very free with your affections. You’re gentle, and frankly adorable, and you’re a target for every lame duck.’
‘Dan is not a lame duck.’
‘Maybe not, but then you don’t see bad in anyone. And… how can I say this without offending you?...you’re not a great judge of men.’
‘You have offended me. And, by the way, “adorable” makes me sound like a puppy that fell in a puddle. It’s not a compliment to someone on track for a serious academic career. You never take me seriously. Maybe I’m not a high-flying doctor, like you, but I’m at Harvard doing a PhD. Some people are impressed by that.’
‘I do take you seriously.’ Didn’t she? ‘And it’s possible to be cute and academic. I know some people are impressed, which is why it’s my job to keep you grounded, so that the whole Ivy League thing doesn’t go to your head. And, to that end, we do need to remember here that you’re studying fairy tales—which basically sums up your entire view of life.’
It was a long-running family joke, but still Katie felt a twinge of guilt as she said it. Maybe she’d made that joke a little too often.
‘I’m studying Celtic languages, folklore and myth. Not fairy tales.’
Rosie sounded defensive and Katie softened her tone.
