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My brother hasn't had a woman here since I moved in. Actually, I can't remember the last time I saw him with a woman.
"Noticed that too."
"She's pretty," I whisper. At least judging by the quick glimpse I got of her anyway. Curly red hair, green eyes, curvy. She looks closer to my age than to his.
"She's his assistant, Caitlin."
"His assistant?" I mouth. Holy crap. Is that why he's been all secretive and weird lately? Because he's been dating his assistant? A thousand different questions rush to the forefront of my mind in a jumble.
Sinclair shrugs like it's not his business.
"Are you decent?" I shout into the living room.
"Give us a minute," Lachlan calls back and then mutters something to Caitlin.
"I'm so embarrassed," she hisses to him. "I'm never talking to you again!"
"Yeah, you are, pretty baby."
"Pretty baby," I whisper to Sinclair, a smile overtaking my face. Oh, my goodness. Lachlan is in love with his assistant. I hear it in his voice. It's so soft and gentle. All thousand of my questions dissolve in an instant.
"We're decent," Lachlan calls a moment later.
I practically drag Sinclair back into the living room to meet Caitlin. She's sitting on Lachlan's lap fully dressed this time. Her face is bright red, hidden partially behind her hair.
"Hi," I say, waving to her. "I'm Lyric, Lachlan's sister. I'm sorry we just burst in on you. It's Lachlan's fault. He didn't tell me that he was bringing anyone over."
Lachlan scowls at me.
I smirk at him.
"Um, hi," Caitlin squeaks. "It's nice to meet you."
"Why are you here?" Lachlan demands suddenly, narrowing his eyes on Sinclair. And then his gaze drifts to me. "And why has your phone been off all day?"
Well, crap.
"She's been with me," Sinclair says.
Lachlan's scowl darkens. "She's been with you?"
"We came to get her stuff," he says quietly. "She's spending the night at my place."
Lachlan stares at the two of us in complete silence for so long I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest. He doesn't move a muscle. He doesn't even twitch. He just stares.
"Please say something," I plead.
"How long?" he asks, his voice deathly quiet.
"How long have I been in love with your sister?" Sinclair asks. "Since I met her. How long since I decided that she was it for me? Just as long. How long has she known? I told her today."
Lachlan glances at me.
"It's true," I whisper. "He found a stupid letter I wrote to Santa. It's a long, embarrassing story. But he never touched me until today, Lachlan. He never even told me how he felt until today or kissed me until today."
"She's the reason you're letting me buy you out," Lachlan says.
"I don't intend to spend my life with her working my ass off."
