Liam places a hand on his shoulder. “You’re still my little brother … brother.”
Luca shakes his head. “You fucking wish you were the bigger one of us two.”
Liam laughs, and so does Luca, and for a moment, I finally feel like maybe, just maybe, these two will learn to hate each other a little bit less.
Luca turns around and marches back to the car, throwing Jill a look. “Five minutes.”
“Five?!” She gasps.
“We have a plane to catch,” Luca replies, and he shuts the car door.
Jill rolls her eyes. “Always in such a fucking hurry.”
I snort. “Maybe he’s allergic to the trees and fresh air.”
“Might be, yeah,” she jests. “Well, anyway …”
Neither of us knows what to say as we both smile awkwardly.
When I look over my shoulder, Liam’s already gone inside the cabin.
He isn’t waiting for me.
Which means …
“You should go,” Jill says, interrupting my thoughts.
“What?” I mutter.
She smiles. “You’re obviously head over heels.”
Now my face looks like a literal strawberry. Good God. “But what about the family, the business? Mom and Dad?”
“They’ll be fine. I’m there, and Luca is there. We have the business covered,” Jill replies, and she pulls me in for a hug. “I just want you to be fine.”
“But you came all the way here to get me and—”
She grabs me by the shoulders. “That was before I knew how hard you’d fallen.” She grabs my face and pulls me closer so our foreheads clash. “Before I knew how much you care about him and how much he cares about you.”
Tears well up in my eyes. “But he tried to kill you. It’s so wrong. I should’ve protected you. I’m the big sister. I shouldn’t have fallen for a guy like him.”
She brushes my tears away with her thumb. “We don’t choose who we love.” She snorts. “If that was a possibility, do you think I would’ve chosen Luca?”
I laugh. I guess she’s right about that one.
“Do what feels right for you,” she says, pointing at my heart. “What feels right in here.”
I nod a couple of times. “Thank you. For saving him. For coming to get me. For everything.”
“Of course.” She pulls me in for another hug. “What else are sisters for?”
Luca rams the car horn. “Airplane!”
“Stop being an asshole, Luca,” she barks.
He hangs his head out the window. “Oh, I’ll show you how much of a goddamn asshole I can be once we get home, don’t worry about that.” An added wink has her all flustered in mere seconds.
“Well, I think that’s my cue,” Jill muses, and she quickly opens the car door. “If you ever wanna come visit, give me a call, and we’ll arrange something. Okay?”