My eyes flitted back to him. “No, I’m fine.”
“You are. What’s wrong? Embarrassed to say you know me?”
“No!” I nearly shouted, then calmed my voice. “No, I—” I cleared my throat. “I’m worried we won’t pull this off.”
Marie placed her champagne on a table, grabbed her husband by the arm, and marched straight for us.
“My sister is coming,” I warned.
He raised his glass, pointing at her from across the room. “Her?”
I grabbed his elbow and yanked him toward me. “God, you are a child.”
“That’s offensive.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be so sensitive, or you’ll never last in my family.”
He grinned. “Oh, I hope I get the chance to prove you wrong. I could last in your family.”
“I’ve known you for twenty-four hours,” I retorted.
“And yet, it feels so much longer,” he whispered.
“I don’t even know your parents’ names.” The panic was rising in my blood the closer my sister got to us. I took a long sip of champagne.
“I’m an orphan.”
I coughed out the champagne, gathering the attention of virtually everyone around us.
“I’m joking. I doubt my parents’ names will even come up,” he laughed. He rubbed my upper arm softly. “Anna, you have to relax.”
“Oh, God, I really did not think this through.” I breathed a sigh of relief, and he dabbed my chin with his napkin, then slid his thumb under my lip to straighten my lipstick. “This is the first time I’ve introduced someone since my engagement ended.” I drew in a slow breath, steadying my nerves. In any other circumstance, I loved being single—except when it came to my sisters.
He kissed my temple, murmuring, “Relax. This will be fun.”
“Are you going to introduce your friend?” Marie asked when she reached us, a smile plastered on her face.
I cleared my throat. “Of course. This is Isaac Morrison. Isaac, this is my sister Marie and her husband Daniel.”
Marie held out her hand. “Dr. McKinley-Watkins.”
My lip snarled in disgust as my eyes darted between them, but Isaac didn’t flinch. “Pleasure to meet you, Dr. McKinley-Watkins.” Then he turned to Daniel.
“Ah, call me Danny.”
I wanted to say, absolutely no one wants to call a grown-ass adult Danny, but I refrained.
Isaac unleashed a smile that had quickly become my favorite in the world and said, “Nice to meet you, Danny.”
“Is this the man of the hour?” Jenn shouted, wading through the crowd to us in her ridiculously oversized wedding gown.
I smiled at her. “And this is my sister, Jenn.”
“Look how handsome!” she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around Isaac and rocked him back and forth in an overbearing hug. “Come to fix the brokenhearted sister, have you?”
He chuckled, humorless yet charming, as he reared back. “I think your sister is the one doing the fixing.”
Jenn waved a hand. “Nonsense. We’ve been trying to get this one to get over her ex for years!”
