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“Sometimes, you have to take a chance, too. You have to put yourself out there.” Something inside of me bristled.
“What do you mean?” I asked defensively, and I knew my sister didn’t miss it.
“Babe, have you called him? Texted him?” Fabiola asked. I opened and shut my mouth because I knew as much as I didn’t want her to be, she was right.
I had run away the moment our flight landed.
Maybe not literally, but in my mind, I was already saying goodbye. I hadn’t waited for him to say anything back. But then again, he hadn’t really had the chance. After I’d told him how much I enjoyed our time together, we got off the plane and headed to customs, then to the arrival gate, where both our families were waiting.
Maybe he had been waiting for me to say something?
Fabiola’s eyes softened and she smiled.
“That’s what I thought,” she said quietly and without judgment. “Okay, so this is what we are going to do. I am going into the diner to get the pie Mom wants. You can choose to stay in the car, go with me, or maybe go to his place upstairs and say hi.”
“You’re not going to...”
“Force you? Hell no.” Her eyebrows bunched up. “That’s what Fernanda said I should do.” She rolled her eyes. “But she doesn’t get that we can’t push people around.”
“She kinda does that on a regular basis.” We laughed.
“Yeah, just ask Oath,” Fabiola teased and giggled a little harder. Fernie was not only Fabiola’s twin, but she was our wild child sister.
The one I could have sworn would have been the last of the Martiez women to get married. That, or she would have married some kind of bad boy. A man with a murky past of some kind.
But nope.
She’d moved to Las Vegas and had fallen in love with a district attorney. Oath Harrison looked at my wild sister like she hung the moon. It was disgusting in the most beautiful of ways.
“Okay.” Fabi breathed in deeply. “Plan sound okay to you? Or do you want me to drop you back off at home?”
“You would really take me home?” She rolled her eyes.
“You know I would in a heartbeat. I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want.”
“So, why do all this?”
“Because it was time for you to talk about things.” I knew she was right again. I had been tying myself into knots over things, and without talking things out, I’d made them worse in my head.
“I’ll go with you,” I groaned. She nodded and started the car. I pulled the visor down and looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked like a mess.
My hair was wavy, down, and over my shoulders. My eyes were a little puffy from the crying I’d found myself doing at night because I worried I’d ruined my relationship with my best friend.
“Hey, so, not to be all mother hen Ruth like.” I smirked.
Ruth, the oldest of the six of us, had been a lot like a mom to us because she had to be since our dad died when I was a baby and left my mom to raise six daughters all on her own. “But… you were safe, yeah?”
“What, in Europe?” I asked and watched my sister nervously chew on her top lip.
“No, I mean safe. When you two had sex. Like protection?”
“Oh…” My face heated, and silence fille the cab. Silence neither of us broke until Fabi found a parking spot in the back and turned to look at me. “Gem?”
“It happened just… out of nowhere. We didn’t plan it.”
“Okay.” She swallowed and watched me carefully. “Should we get you checked? I mean for STD’s or?—"
