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“I’m not.”
Over the chasm of a rack of billowy palazzo pants, we glare at each other. I swear to god, the next child I deal with better be my own.
Who am I kidding, though? That’s not going to happen for…well, hopefully nota millionyears, but…not any time soon either. Unfortunately.
“Tell you what. I’ll give you ten minutes to find a bathing suit, an outfit for the rehearsal dinner, and a New Year’s Eve dress. Then we can go.”
Kira’s dark brown eyes sparkle. “You know I can’t resist a challenge.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I know.” I pull out my phone and start to set a timer. I can go shopping on my own time, linger in the racks until I find the perfect outfits when I don’t have my little sister clamoring around saying she’s bored. “Ready, set, go!”
Kira starts to scramble around Fred Segal like a bat out of hell. It’s funny to watch how the salespeople stare at her, wide-eyed and confused that anyone would dare come to their store and not languish in it with a credit card in their outstretched hand.
I see her pull out a basic black bathing suit and tsk her. “Uh-uh-uh. Has to be colorful!”
“You didn’t saythat!” she snaps.
“Or a bikini,” I grin.
Of course I want my sister to feel comfortable, but I don’t want her to regret not going full hog when pictures from the wedding come back and she decided to fade into the back like she always tries to with her hair in a simple ponytail and basic blacks.
While Kira curses me under her breath, my phone goes off. She gasps. “That was not ten minutes!”
“Relax, I’m getting a call.” I peer down at the name.
“Who is it?”
I hesitate. “It’s Drew.”
“Ooooh. It’sDrew,” Kira grins and waggles her eyebrows.
“Don’t make that face,” I say and stare at the phone as it vibrates in my hand.
“Well… answer it!” Kira encourages. “Answer it, answer–”
“I will!”
Drew calling is not an event. We chat on the phone all the time just to touch base. He’s just being nice.
However, I can’t help my heart from racing when I answer the phone.
2
DREW
“Hello?”
Even when her voice is all garbled on the phone, I feel my face get hot. “What are you doing for lunch today?”
“Hi, Drew.”
I roll my eyes and smile to myself. “Hi,Dana.”
“Were you raised in a barn or did you never learn you need togreetpeople when you call them on the phone?”
I lean on the wall outside the conference room and smile to myself. “You know, this never came up in counseling, but I was indeed raised in a–”
Before I can even finish my sentence, Dana laughs. A big peel of laughter. God, it’s like music to my ears every time. “You’re an idiot,” she says as her laugh peters out.
