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Christ, this again. She’s dissecting my life as if it’s some show on Bravo for her to pick apart. “Yes?”
Hailey’s smile spreads ear to ear, then she looks at our other sister, then back to me. “Holy shit. You like her.”
I roll my eyes and turn to leave. “Don’t even start. It’s way too early for your meddling-sister bullshit. I’m heading out. Text me if you need something.”
Alexis grabs my arm and pulls me back. Older sisters are such a pain in the ass. No matter how much taller or bigger I am, they will always see me as their baby brother.
Hailey brings her covers up to her chin like she’s cozying up for story time. “Fuck, you’re serious about this one.”
“Do you need anything, or can I leave?”
“I needto know more about what this thing is between you two!” Alexis says.
I don’t even know what it is, how can I explain it to my sisters? “None of your fucking business is what it is.”
Alexis crosses her arms. “You stole your best friend’s bride, then fell in love with her—this is so rich itmust befattening.”
Hailey’s hands rise to her cheeks. “Omigod. Can this be my Christmas present?”
I roll my eyes.
“I never liked Bryan,” Alexis adds.
“I know, right? Such a douchebag?—”
“I’m not in love with her!”
“Uh-huh,” they say in unison.Goddamn it.
Alexis puts her hand on her hip. “Well, it’s the closest you’ve ever come to love. Do you know what kind of tampons to buy?”
No fucking clue. I figure if I buy a large enough variety, one of them should work. “Leaving now.”
“For what it’s worth, I like her,” Hailey calls after me.
“Me too,” Alexis adds.
And myself makes three.
“Stop crying.”
“Shut up,” Jordan says, sniffling. “It’s a period cry, it doesn’t count.”
After grabbing half a dozen boxes of tampons—and all the other shit my sisters used to get when they had their periods:pain meds, chocolate, potato chips, four kinds of dip, ice cream, and men’s sweatpants—Jordan grabbed all the bags into her arms and sobbed.
“You even got bath bombs! You are-are-are s-such a softie.”
Soft is the last thing I am around her. The hair on the nape of her neck is still wet from the bath and she’s wearing the same stained sweatshirt she was wearing at the coffee shop. She really ought to have a Lakes hoodie by now.One with my name on the back.
“Whatever. Are you taking a nap with me or what?”
“It’s not even ten a.m.”
“You had me up at the ass crack of dawn after a game night.” I yawn and head for my bedroom.
“Was it scary having a gun held to your head?”
“Jesus Christ,” I grumble, kicking off my shoes and throwing my hat and shirt into the corner of the room. I collapse onto my bed like falling timber. “Get in here.” The sheets are cool and soft, perfect for napping, but it would feel better if she was cuddled up next to me.
