A sly smile on her lips, Megan scooches her chair forward.“Who is it?You were thinking of someone.I can tell.”
I make a derisive sound.“And your shitty love life is making you delusional.I can tell.”
Megan smiles sweetly at me before delivering a sharp kick to my shins, making me howl in pain.“When was the last time you got laid again?”
“God, Megan!”I hiss at her, bending over in half as I rub my injured shin.“Can younot?!”
“My love life is fine.Or at least it will be.What’s your excuse? You’ve not had a girlfriend in, like, forever.”
“That’s because I’m busy.And you’re forgetting Andrea.We broke up last year, remember?”
My sister gives me a disgusted look.“Please.Andrea was a booty call.And you wereherbooty call.”
“Not true,” I argue.“We shared an intense?—”
“She had your name saved under ‘Booty Call Caleb.’”Megan’s voice is dry.“And she ditched you when she met somebody better and willing to commit.You’re allergic to commitment.”
I open my mouth, then snap it shut.
“I’m not ready for a long-term relationship,” I finally say.“That hardly means I’m allergic to commitment.”
“Oh, you’re not ready?”My sister mocks me.“And when will you be ready,Caleb? When you’re in your fifties?Wait, no—When I’m about to remove you from the ventilator?”
I narrow my eyes at her.“Trust me, if I’m old and dying, you’re the last person allowed to remove me from the ventilator.In fact, I won’t even allow you in the room.You’ll probably unplug me to charge your phone.”
Megan shrugs, reaching for my unfinished burger.“If you’re old and dying, you don’t need the extra oxygen.What if I need the phone to find my way back home?Nowthat’san emergency.”
I stare at her.“You know, somewhere inside you, there’s a psychopath budding.”
She grins at me.“Thank you.”
Finishing off my burger in five quick bites, Megan pushes back from the table.“I have to get back to campus.Early class tomorrow.”
I glance at my watch.“Already?It’s only nine.”
“Yeah, well, Professor Martinez doesn’t care if I stayed up late bonding with my favorite brother.”She stands, stretching dramatically.“Ready?”We gather our things and approach the counter.
I'm already reaching for my wallet when the cashier gives us the total.“Oh, shit.”Megan puts on a whole show of patting her pockets.“I think I left my wallet in my dorm.”
I give her a flat look.“Seriously?”
“I’m sorry.”She gives me an insincere smile.
“You do this every time, Megan.”I hand over my credit card with an exaggerated sigh.“Every.Single.Time.”
“What?No, I don’t!”she protests, but there’s a telltale smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
“You absolutely do.You conveniently ‘forget’ your wallet every time we go out.”
“That’s not true?—”
“Last week at the movies.Two weeks ago at that Thai place.Last month when we went shopping.”I count off on my fingers.“Should I continue?”
Megan shrugs, completely unrepentant.“Maybe I just have a bad memory.”
“Maybe you’re a con artist masquerading as my baby sister.”
“Consider it payment for me being such great company,” she says sweetly.
