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Willing to put off the awkward conversation for as long as possible just to get some breathing room, Devon nodded. “I’ll think about it, sure. Just don’t get your hopes up.”
“Already up, my dear. Sky-high and flying. Stop by sometime. Things have changed a lot in ten years, and we have big plans for the right person. If she’s willing to take on the challenge, that is. You’ll be pleasantly surprised if you give us a chance, Devon. We’re a rapidly growing city in need of leveling up.”
After chatting a few more minutes, Georgette was called to a meeting and said her goodbyes. Devon thanked her for the offer and ended the call.
“Did I just hear that right?” Dara asked, swinging into the doorway like she’d had her shoulder propped against the frame all this time.
Devon glared at her sister. “Eavesdropping?”
“I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.”
Dara glanced behind her into the hallway before walking into the den and closing the door behind her.
“Yeah, right. I know what I heard and you’ve got to take it.”
“I don’t have to do any such thing. Why would I?”
“Dev—”
“Dara,” she said just as gravely. “I have an interview in New York next week. That’ll give me plenty of time to make sure Mama’s okay before I head back.”
“Obviously she isn’t okay,” Dara argued. “She went from totally spacing out to being totally Zen. It’s weird.”
“Then you uproot your work life, quit your current assignment, and come back to stay with her,” Devon countered. “See? Problem solved.”
“You’re seriously turning down your own show?”
She opened her mouth to argue but gave up and switched tactics. “I may be getting married or did you forget?”
“I’d certainly like to.”
“Dara!”
“He’s the wrong guy for you,” Dara muttered.
Devon couldn’t stop the angry gasp that escaped, and her sister quickly raised her hands as though in surrender.
“Fine. It’s none of my business. Even though it is.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Am I the only one with the twin thing? I feel you, Dev. You’re not happy. You haven’t been for a long time.”
“That’s not true.”
“Isn’t it?” Dara asked with a bold stare.
Devon faltered beneath her twin’s perusal, but no matter how much she wanted to argue, she couldn’t. “I love New York.”
“So visit every now and again. And it’s funny, though, how you bring up loving New York instead of your boyfriend. That’s telling, don’t you think?”
Devon sat back in the leather chair, the scent of her father’s cigars wafting to her nose. “You’re nitpicking something you know nothing about.”
“I know a jerk when I meet one.”
“Dara.”
