“Of course I want you to stay, but we’re not talking about what I want here. We’re talking about what you want. There are more cons for you going now than pros. That’s just a fact.”
She was right. No doubt about that. “I still want to go.”
“Then I’ll support you. I’ll always support you, and so will Talon.”
“I know. Thanks for that.”
“Just don’t make any hasty decisions for the wrong reasons, okay?”
“All right, all right. You’ve convinced me. I won’t make any travel arrangements today.”
“And tomorrow?”
“I’ll think about everything. I promise.”
“I’m not suggesting you overthink it,” she said.
“I won’t.” Though I would. I always did. “Thanks for the talk.”
I walked out to the kitchen, but Talon shooed me away. “I told you you’re getting the night off. I can handle steaks on the grill, and Jade says she’ll throw together a salad.”
“You can’t just eat steak and salad.”
“We’re not. I put potatoes in the oven to bake.”
“Did you fry some bacon?”
“What for?”
“For loaded baked potatoes.”
“We’ll have butter, salt, and pepper. We don’t need them loaded.”
“Yeah, you do. That’s how the boys like them. I’ll chop some chives for you.”
“Get the hell out of here, Sis.”
“You’ll need some shredded cheese. And sour cream.”
He laughed and actually pushed me out of the kitchen. “We’ll make do. Go do something for yourself.”
Something for myself? I’d read a good part of the afternoon, and then I’d debated going to Paris with Jade. What else could I do for myself?
I headed back to my room, fired up my laptop, and started researching cooking schools in Paris and other places.
Time for Marjorie Steel.
Time for me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Bryce
“Hey, Mom,” I said into the phone. “Everything all right?”
“We’re fine, but I’d like you to come home.”
“Why?”