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I take a few minutes to clean my trail, and shut down my computer.
She’s going to hate this.
She’s going to hate me.
But I don’t stop smiling the entire time I finish getting ready. I grin like a loon the entire trip to my sister’s house. I laugh easily the moment my sister asks me if I’m seeing anyone special to put that smile on my face.
No, I’m not seeing anyone.
But she’s definitely special.
* * *
“Who is she?” Larkin whispers as I help her clean up the lunch dishes.
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her, not really wanting to get into it right now. I don’t even know what’s going on between Harper and me, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to spill my guts to my nosey little sister right now.
“Fine, be that way,” she whines, stacking the dried dishes back in the cabinet.
My two-year-old niece’s giggle filters into the kitchen, putting an instant smile on my sister’s face. “How’s she doing?”
“Perfect,” my sister boasts. “She has a little friend from daycare that she wants to come over and have a playdate.”
“Sounds nice. I’m sure she’d get a kick out of an afternoon of playing princesses with her little friend,” I confirm, draining out the water and rinsing away the soapsuds.
Larkin smirks. “I think there’d be only one princess in this castle.”
I finish and glance at my sister. “What do you mean?”
“It’s a prince. Her friend is a boy.”
A boy? Hell no. “Not happening,” I tell my sister with conviction.
She laughs. “They’re two, Latham, not getting married.” A growl slips from my throat. “Stop being such a big overprotective uncle right now. Five seconds ago, you were all for this playdate.”
“And I still am. If it were a girl.”
Larkin rolls her eyes. “You’re ridiculous. I think I’m going to invite them over next weekend.”
“Do you even know them?” I ask, leaning my hip against the counter.
Again, my bratty little sister rolls her eyes. “Of course I know them, dummy. It’s Rockland Falls, not Chicago.”
“Who is it? I can do a background check.”
“Stop it.”
“Who’re the parents,” I insist, crossing my arms over my chest and offering my best big brother glare, letting her know I mean business.
“Lath.”
“Lark.”
“Evan Parker.”
“Evan Parker?” I repeat, wrapping my head around the fact a name from my past was just thrown in the conversation. Evan was one of my best buds back in grade school. We hung out a lot until I got into sports. Evan was much more of the bookworm type, which is what originally drew us together as friends. I’m a much bigger book nerd than anyone would guess. In fact, even with the ability to play a few sports, I was a big dork in high school.
“Yeah, Evan. He was married for a short period of time, but it didn’t last. He raises his son full time now.”
