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“Aw, you went without me?”
I glance at the clock. “Visiting hours are over by now. But I told Gray we’d come by the house and help out when she gets home.”
“Is he cute?”
“The baby?”
“Duh, yeah.”
I shrug. “I guess. They all look like little wrinkled prunes when they’re that tiny.”
“Ewww.” She shakes her head.
I pull into our driveway. “What do you want for dinner?”
“I ate at rehearsal. They got us pizza.”
“Lord, you’re going to turn into a pizza pretty soon.”
She chuckles and hurries ahead of me to open the front door.
Inside, I set my stuff down and head to the kitchen. I peer into the fridge and grab a slice of broccoli pizza and slide it into the toaster oven.
Don’t think about having dinner with Dex.
While I’m waiting for it to warm up, Libby joins me.
I wanted to have this conversation in the car but I got distracted with giving her friend a ride and forgot to bring it up. The way Dex acted earlier, this conversation might not even be necessary.
My phone buzzes.
Dex: Did you and Libby get home okay?
I blow out a breath and close my eyes.
A childish urge comes over me to ignore the text. Let him think I’m still mad about earlier.
But I’m not seventeen years old. I like Dex too much to play games.
Yup. We’re sitting down for dinner now.
I set my phone down and focus on my sister. “Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”
Libby plucks an apple out of the basket on the counter and turns it in her hands, studying the skin. The kid bit into an apple with a worm in itonceand it scarred her for life. “Yeah, sure,” she mumbles, still studying the apple.
“I’m sorry about last night, early this morning.” Embarrassed to be having this talk, I turn around and fill a glass with water, then set it on the table.
She frowns. “What are you sorry about?”
“Well, it’s not…I shouldn’t have guys over…expose you to…” How can my little sister get me so flustered with one tiny question?
Finally deciding the apple must be safe, she bites into it with a hard crunch, then still munching away, leans on the counter next to me. “It’s not like you’re exposing me to weird randos in and out of our house, Em. Have you even dated anyone since Aunt Kim died?”
I don’t want to bring up the creep who gave the sexy outfit. If she doesn’t remember him, there’s no reason to remind her. “Just a few bad apples.”
She waves her apple in the air. “Clever.” She pushes away from the counter and sits at the table.
The timer on the toaster oven dings, and I pull my pizza out, dump it on a plate, and join her at the table.
