She sighed and closed her laptop.
Not that Kenna had actually gone back to him. Not with any expectations of a relationship, anyway.
And, to be fair, her mind and body felt better than they had in a while. So maybe George would’ve embraced that and been okay with going back to the man who’d broken her heart.
“Who am I kidding?” Kenna whispered, pushing up from the table.
She showered, dressed in a gray T-shirt and a pair of khaki cargo pants with an elastic waistband—she wasn’t up for tackling a button just then, and put her on arm. The short sleeves revealed all of her prosthetic, but it was supposed to be warm out despite it almost being the middle of October.
And then she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. Here it was, a beautiful Saturday morning, and she had absolutely no one to call, no one to visit, no one at all...
Actually, that wasn’t true, was it? God, talk about not appreciating what she did have. If she was lonely, Kenna had someone only too eager to be a part of her life, and that was something else she’d waited far too long to make right.
Decided, she picked up her keys and purse and headed out the door.
Because today, apparently, was the day for beginning to make amends.
***
Kenna knocked on the door and waited. And how ridiculous was it that she had butterflies in her belly over dropping in to visit her big sister?
Apparently not that ridiculous, because when Sierra opened the door, her expression was totally shocked in the split second before she schooled it and smiled. “Kenna. Wow. Uh, come in. Um, are you okay? Is everything okay?”
She sighed. Of course she’d wonder that first, given how infrequently Kenna had managed to be a social being since her discharge. “Man, I totally suck, don’t I?” She made her way into the bright and airy kitchen of the townhouse located in a close-in suburb of the city.
“What?” Sierra asked, her face a mask of confusion. It might’ve almost been comical if it wasn’t so sad. Kenna had done this to their relationship, and now it was time to fix it.
She dropped her purse to the counter and leaned back against the granite. “So, I’m in a ‘time to fix my life’ kinda mood today and I’m here to say, I’m sorry.”
Sierra shook her head. “I think we need coffee. Or wine.”
Kenna chuckled. “It’s eleven o’clock in the morning. Coffee, maybe.”
“Right.” Sierra busied herself with the coffee pot, and Kenna assembled the mugs, milk, and sugar. “Have you eaten?”
“Just a piece a toast. But, actually, I am kinda munchy.” Sex and submission made her hungry, apparently. Not that she’d actually had sex. That shouldn’t have made her as disappointed as it had when she’d left Master Griffin the night before. In fact, non-sex sex was probably all kinds of less complicated. Right?
“Just so I’m following what’s happening here. You’re visiting without my nagging you to, apologizing, and hungry?” Sierra asked, sisterly sarcasm clear in her voice.
Kenna smirked. “I already said I sucked. What more do you want?” And then she shook her head. “Actually, scratch that. That’s just the beginning of why I’m here. So, yeah, you’ve got it right.”
“Um, okay.” All that sarcasm drained away, replaced by a mixture of confusion, concern, and something that looked heartbreakingly like hope. Sierra pulled out some chips and salsa and they settled at the table.
Her nephew, Jake, came barreling into the room wearing only his Spider Man underwear. “Aunt Kenna!” He threw his arms around her neck. “I didn’t know you were here!”
“Hey, buddy. I like your outfit,” Kenna said, grinning.
“Clothes suck!” he said, giggling.
“Jake. Language. Also, clothes are good. Go find some,” Sierra said.
The boy inhaled five chips heaping with salsa, dripping some on his chest.
“Well,” Kenna said, chuckling. “I think no clothes might be a good thing in this case.”
“See?” Jake said. “I think we should always eat without clothes.”
“Um, no. That’s not happening,” Sierra said, giving him a look. “Go put away your body parts, kiddo.”