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Nope. But it’s not my problem he ignored the near decade of intense loyalty pouring out of my niece’s eyeballsevery time someone brought up the Crimson Tide. I don’t make a bet I don’t already know I’m gonna win.
“My mom wants to talk to you, but me first. Can you bring your extra Xbox controller tomorrow?”
I bounce in my chair with an easy grin and adjust my ball cap. “Why, so I can beat the short pants off you in Fortnite?”
“As if, old man.”
I snort at his razzing. He’s getting pretty good at smack talk. I’ve taught him well.
“Yeah, sure. Put your mom on, kid. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I’m the youngest by seven years, so I’ve always been sandwiched between my siblings and their kids. That means I’m the fun younger uncle but also that I have four additional parental types always on my case. My actual parents are long retired and settled in the Florida Keys these days. My siblings visit them often enough, towing their growing families along to enjoy the beach, but I don’t get spring break or summers off. It’s easy to see them only on Christmas.
Melissa, though. She lives right outside Nashville and always invites me around, making sure I eat vegetarian home-cooked meals and leave the studio often enough to absorb some vitamin D. No escaping that, not that I try real hard or at all. Like I said, my nieces and nephews are great, and Melissa’s biscuits are mighty tempting for a guy who’s rarely home early enough to cook a real meal for one.
After a few seconds of shuffling, my sister’s familiar voice comes over the speaker. “Did D invite you to brunch?”
“He did. What time and what do I need to bring?”
“No earlier than eleven and why don’t you bring Lorelaiwith you? I’ve been dying to try out this gluten-free biscuits and gravy recipe I found, and I need to get her thoughts on this new chalkboard paint I picked up for that one wall in the kitchen.”
“You do realize Lorelai doesn’t work onHomeMade,and aside from being best friends with Shelby, has no special skills in home decor?”
I can practically feel my big sister’s eye roll. She likes to pretend her kids get their sass from her ex, Randy, and we all like to pretend she’s right. “Idoknow that, thank you very much. But she happens to have exceptional taste and I like having her around. She balances out all the testosterone. Ever since she’s moved in, you’re always hogging her to yourself.”
This timeI’mrolling my eyes when I notice a missed drop of coffee rapidly drying on the board.Hell.I dig around in the trash for an unused napkin. “Well, I’m sorry to say she’s out of town at Shelby’s wedding, so you’re stuck with me and all my unchallenged testosterone. You can save your recipe for another time.”
There’s a beat of silence. “Oh, did you have to come back early?”
I pause my dabbing, mentally cussing out Arlo and his obsessive cleanliness. “From where?”
My sister huffs into the phone. “From the wedding? Tell me you didn’t leave the wedding early to come back to Nashville to work? Oh, wait. Are you still there? I just assumed you were home.”
“I’m home. Well, I’m in the studio, anyway. But I’ve been home. I didn’t go to the wedding.”
“Why not?”
I sigh at her incredulous tone. Big sisters. “Um, because, Mel, I wasn’t invited.”
“Oh.”
I scrub my hand down my face, grimacing at the soggy napkin, forgotten in my hand, and toss it in the trash. “Yeah.Oh.Listen, I’m not sure what you think is going on, but Lorelai and I just work together. And she doesn’t actually live with me, she rents the other half of my duplex.” I don’t mention it’s at a premium and that I can hear when she sings in the shower, because that’s not relevant information and my sister is on a strictly need-to-know basis. “We’re friends. Nothing more.”
Another loaded pause. “Huh. Well… so eleven tomorrow. Just bring yourself, then. And apparently your own Xbox controller.”
“Any food or drink?” I offer for no other reason than I get the feeling I’ve let my sister down somehow and it’s making me feel weirdly guilty.
“No. I’ve got it all under control.” I bite back a groan at the obvious resignation in my sister’s voice. She gets this way every other month or so. She thinks she’s being casual about her over-interest in the way things are between me and Lorelai, but she’s not. It’s almost enough to make me long for the days on the road when it was clear to my family I wasn’t gonna settle down.
I don’t think the wordscasualandbig sistergo well together, even when you’re a grown-ass man running your own successful business. Especially then.
“Okay,” I say, trying to lighten the mood. “Sounds good.I need to get going, Mel. I have an appointment with a new client soon.”
“On a Saturday night?”
“The music biz never sleeps. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I end the call before she can ask me any more questions. Obviously, I would have gone to the wedding if Lorelai asked, but she didn’t. And Lore isn’t known for being shy, so if she didn’t ask, she didn’t want me there. The only saving grace to the whole thing is she didn’t want Drake there, either. I smirk to myself, leaning back in my chair again, recalling the way his eyes bugged out when he saw me carrying off Lorelai’s luggage.
No, she didn’t invite me, either, but at leasthedoesn’t know that.
