"Yeah, I guess you're right. You're free tonight, right?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Her party. Well, Ryan and I agreed to combine it. We'll tell her we're celebrating you guys buying the shop. But it's for her too. To say welcome to the family."
"That's sweet."
"I told you. I think about more than myself."
"You're a good friend."
"Thanks, Captain Obvious." She moves to the couch to slide into her black wedges. "You think this is nice enough for the lawyer?"
Her black dress is way too tight and low cut for an office. I
t's perfect for her job shilling lingerie, but it's not formal. "Wear a blazer."
"Could you get it from my closet? Bring it?"
"Yeah. Sure."
She grabs her purse from the table and waves goodbye. "I love you."
After Mom and Dad, we always close with an I love you. Even if we want to kill each other. "I love you too."
She runs out the door.
I'm focusing on this sale. On the shop. And even on how I'll really fuck things up with my sister—my only family, the most important person in my life—if I give into all the thoughts running through my head.
* * *
The meeting is quick. Seamless.
We've all got our finances figured out.
We're going to make everything official next week.
And Emma is sitting there with a serious, studious look on her face. It's a side of her I never see. It makes me so fucking proud.
I'm over the fucking moon.
Until we're walking back to the parking lot.
And Dean is nudging me and leaning in to whisper. "What do you think Kay's going to wear tonight?"
I say nothing.
"What do you think she'll say if I offer to take her to the back room? You think she'll be into it."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Nah. I'd rather save myself for her."
I know he's saying it to fuck with me.
I know Dean has no intentions of touching Kay.
But, fuck, I still want to punch the smugness from his smile.