And byvery large wrapped package, I mean it takes up most of the table, and Sabrina and Decker probably needed a hand cart to get it back here once they found it.
Laney’s eyeing me.
I know she knows where it came from.
Been sitting in our room for the past few days. And she’s not one to miss things.
“It’s your present,” Sabrina says.
Emma’s eyes flare wide. “I really hope that’s a box in a box in a box.”
“Whoever bought it, ships it, babe,” Chandler says.
She smiles indulgently at him.
I look away.
Don’t want to see it.
His interference in my conversation with that single mom last night changed something.
Or maybe Laney’s reaction to a decade-old truth changed something.
Either way, it’s harder to watch him with my sister today. Harder to accept that someone so important in my life wants to spend hers with someone who can regularly be such a dick.
“Is everyone back?” Em asks. “Oh my gosh, everyone, eat. We have…tacos?”
“Looks like,” Sabrina says.
There’s a flash of confusion before she smiles hard, like it’s taking effort. “Great! Awesome. We have tacos! Eat, please, while they’re hot.”
Emma loves tacos.
I know she loves tacos.
So why—
“I don’t like tacos,” Chandler says to Emma.
It’s not loud.
But it’s loud enough to explain why Em’s not thrilled.
It’s also loud enough that Laney’s back snaps straight and a glower ignites her face.
Shouldn’t have told her.
Shouldnothave told her.
“Let it go,” I mutter.
“You freakingsaved dinner.”
“Technically, you did.”
She growls.
And yet again, I’m half-hard in public because of this woman.
