Only with You (The Best Mistake 1)

Brynn’s brow furrowed. What did she mean, nude wasn’t a color? The saleswoman at Nordstrom had told her that nude heels would make her legs look “impossibly long.”

She tried to look at them through her more flamboyant sister’s eyes. Okay, maybe the shoes were a little boring.

Just like you.

She pushed the disparaging thought out of her head. Self-pity wasn’t Brynn’s normal style, but it had been steadily fighting for room in her brain ever since she’d learned that the birthday she’d been hoping to sweep under the carpet was turning into a damn circus.

Brynn heard the neighboring stall door swing open and the clatter of Sophie’s heels on the closed toilet seat. Warily, Brynn glanced up and saw her sister’s accusing blue eyes staring down at her.

“I knew it!” Sophie said. “You’re not even going. You’re hiding in there.”

“Well if I were going, I certainly wouldn’t appreciate the audience,” Brynn mumbled.

Sophie waved away this objection. Younger sisters didn’t put much stock in the value of privacy. Sophie folded her arms on top of the stall wall and rested her chin on her hands. “You okay?” she asked, her voice softening.

Brynn shifted uncomfo

rtably, increasingly aware that the toilet seat cover was not meant for long stays. Exactly how long had she been in here? She’d only meant to hide out for a minute or two to catch her breath, but if Sophie had sniffed her out, her absence must have been noted.

“I thought I specifically said no surprise parties,” Brynn said, trying to keep her voice calm as she addressed her sister.

Sophie’s brow furrowed. “When?”

Brynn’s fingers went to her temples. “When? How about every birthday for the past decade?”

“I thought all that fussing was about your thirtieth birthday. I didn’t know it applied to thirty-one as well.”

The tick in her temple increased and Brynn fought to keep from screaming at her sister. But the thing was, she knew that the warped logic made sense in Sophie’s bubbly, carefree head.

Just as she knew that Sophie would never have thrown this party if she’d suspected Brynn wouldn’t like it. Despite her occasional bouts with obliviousness, Sophie was one of the kindest, sweetest people Brynn knew.

But it didn’t change the fact that everyone in her acquaintance had seen the big fat 31 cake on the table, and now knew her precise age. And instead of looking at what she’d accomplished, they’d be looking at what she hadn’t accomplished.

No husband. No fiancé. No baby on the way…

All of which would have been fine if those things hadn’t been part of The Plan.

“I’m really sorry, Brynny,” her sister was saying. “It’s just that we haven’t really done anything for your birthday since you turned twenty-one. I thought you’d be sick of quietly toasting with Mom and Dad like we do every year.”

“Quietly is the operative word there, Soph.”

“But this is classy! It’s the Space Needle. It’s not like I dragged you to Cowgirls Inc.”

Brynn stifled a shudder at the very thought of straddling a mechanical bull or doing body shots, or whatever they did at Cowgirls Inc.

“It is a lovely party,” Brynn said, belatedly realizing that she might be hurting Sophie’s feelings. A party of this magnitude must have taken months to plan, and here Brynn was acting like it was an execution.

Get it together.

Taking a deep breath, Brynn stood and opened the stall door and walked calmly to the bathroom mirror. She heard Sophie noisily clamber to the ground and follow her.

“You look pretty,” Sophie said, looking at Brynn’s reflection.

“Even with my brown shoes?”

“I guess they’re not so bad,” Sophie said kindly. “They’re very you.”

“Gee, thanks.” But Brynn didn’t take offense. Not really. They were her. And normally she took pride in being consistently subdued.