Gabby glanced out the window again in time to watch Logan back out and drive away.
Still chuckling, she kicked off her shoes and headed into the kitchen for a glass of water. A few minutes later, there was a sharp knock on her back door. Rolling her eyes, Gabby opened the door.
“What, were you watching out the window?” she teased as her sister Phoebe entered the house.
“Of course. I don’t have a love life so I’m living vicariously through you.”
Shaking her head, Gabby carried her water out of the small kitchen into her equally tiny living room. “You could have a boyfriend if you wanted one,” she retorted.
Phoebe, whose head was buried in the fridge, straightened, a can of soda in her hand. “They’re too much trouble. Always whining about how you don’t pay them enough attention or cuddle after sex.”
Gabby snorted. “Wow, sis, you’re such a romantic.”
Phoebe sneered at her as she flopped down in a chair by the couch. After she took a sip of the soda, she asked, “So was it everything your little teenage heart imagined all those years ago?”
Giving her sister a mock withering glare, Gabby shook her head. “It was definitely different.”
Phoebe perked up. “It didn’t go well? And here I thought Logan could charm even the most jaded heart.” She looked almost pleased by the idea.
Irritated by her sister’s sarcasm, Gabby snapped, “Fee, do you want me to tell you about this or not?”
Her sister held up her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. Sorry.”
“He was….funny. And intelligent. It was probably the best first date I’ve ever been on. Actually, it was the best date I’ve ever been on. Period.”
Phoebe’s expression was surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow. That’s-” She cleared her throat. “That’s really good, Gabs. Are you going to see him again?”
Gabby nodded. “Yes, but I think I’m going to torment him a little first.”
“That’s my girl!” her sister exclaimed, smacking the arm of the chair. “Don’t give in too easily.”
“Actually, I fully intend to give in, but I don’t want to rush into this just because it feels good. I think this could be something really special, Fee.”
Phoebe stared at her, the expression on her face unreadable. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Gabby sighed. “Wow.”
Her sister leaned forward, setting her soda can on the table, and resting her elbows on her knees. “Look, Gabs, I want you to be careful, okay? Don’t let hormones make you stupid. Great chemistry and great sex don’t always equal a great relationship.”
Gabby managed to contain her eye roll. This had been Phoebe’s refrain since she left her husband and it was beginning to wear thin. “I know, Fee. I’m a big girl. You don’t need to warn me.”
“I just-”
“Phoebe, please don’t project your issues onto my life, okay? You had a shitty marriage, I get it, but not every man is like Clint.” As soon as the words left Gabby’s mouth, she wanted to take them back. Of course her sister would want her to be careful. They loved each other and Phoebe only wanted what was best for her.
Her sister looked as though Gabby slapped her across the face, her skin pale and eyes shimmering with tears.
“I see,” she whispered and slowly rose from her chair. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
“Wait, Fee, I’m sorry-”
Phoebe lifted her hand. “I’m okay. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she answered hoarsely.
With a heavy heart, Gabby watched her sister walk out the back door. God, how could she be such an insensitive bitch? Phoebe was still in so much pain due to her failed marriage. She saw it every day, but Phoebe just wouldn’t talk to her. She seemed determined to deal with the fallout alone.
