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Jillydowned the last spoonful ofPeter’sgazpacho, then scrunched up her face. “Dome a favor,Lil.Ifthe roles were reversed and he had a career-making opportunity like this, he’d take it in a heartbeat.Theonly difference is that you’d drop everything and follow him.”
“That’snot true.”
Jillyrolled her eyes at her big sister.
Thetwo women were different in many ways but their love for each other overcame the occasional but inevitable sibling rivalry.Theirmom, a single parent from the timeJillywas an infant, passed away far too young.She’dthought having daughters with rhyming names would be fun.Itwas.Usually.
“Okay, fine,”Lilysaid. “Maybe, but that’s not the point here.”
Jillylifted a hand, summoning over the waiter who seemed less intimidated with the table’s new arrival.
Jillysaid, “Thentell me, what exactlyisthe point?”
Whenthe waiter approached,Jillysaid, “CanIhave the ribeye and aMoscowMule, please?”
“Greatchoice.Howdo you like it?”
Jillysmiled sweetly at the spikey-haired waiter, openly eyeing the muscles beneath his fitted blackArmanit-shirt, like he was today’s special. “Rare, please.”
Lilyhad spent their entire adolescence awed by her sister’s confidence.Whenthe waiter left, chest puffed out, she asked, “Doyou thinkI’mdoing the right thing?”
Jilly’seyes widened. “Wow.”
“Wow, what?”
“It’snot every day my big sister asks for my opinion.”
“Forgetit.”
“No, give me a minute.”Jillytilted her head in thought. “Whichthing are you referring to, taking the job or leavingPeter?”
Lilywas about to argue she wasn’t leavingPeter, but realization hit her.Basically, that’s exactly what she was doing. “Both.”
“Inmy not-so-humble opinion, you are definitely doing the right thing by taking the job.Youare amazing at what you do and now everyone who matters is going to see that.”
Lilyflushed with pride. “Thanks,Jilly.”
“You’rewelcome.AstoPeter. . . you knowIwas never his biggest fan.”
Shedid know.
“Imean, he’s a nice guy or whatever.Butmost of the time he’s tuned out.Rememberthat time he took you on the horse and buggy ride through the park?”
Lilyknew where she was going with this. “Yes, but?—”
“Hetold the driver?—”
“Coachman.”
Jillylet out an exasperated sigh. “Coachman.Petertold him to spare no expense, took you on a two-hour ride throughCentralPark, with champagne, then realized he had no cash because they didn’t take credit cards and stuck you with the bill.”
“Ithappens to the best of us.”
“Henever paid you back, even though he insisted you maintain separate bank accounts.Thebiggest romantic gesture the man ever made andyoupaid for it.Howmuch was it again?”
“Fourhundred and twenty dollars.”
“Right.Andwhat about the time he?—”
