The moment reminds me of when we were kids. It was always Oliver and me. We’d fight. We’d get into stupid trouble that never amounted to anything serious. We’d skip school, sneak liquor from Dad’s cabinet, and blackmail Wade into doing our homework. But no matter what we did or who got caught, we always had each other’s backs. Without fail.
“Thanks,” I tell him.
“What for?”
“For picking up the slack around here.”
He shifts the papers from one hand to another. “I was giving you hell earlier, but I honestly am glad that you’re … doing whatever it is you’re doing.” He grins. “Does that work better? Does it make you more comfortable that I didn’t define it?”
“Yes.”
He laughs. “I don’t know what you’re doing in your private life, and I don’t really give a shit, either. I’m just happy to see you relaxing a little.” He opens the door. “But it’s totally self-centered on my behalf. If you relax, that means you won’t die of a heart attack anytime soon, and I don’t have to worry about running this place.”
I throw a pad of sticky notes at him as he ducks out the door. They hit the spot where his head was.
Chuckling, I sit down in my chair again and lean back.
I’m really lucky to have my family. As nosy and maddening as they are, they’re also generous and loving and loyal.
They’d love Blaire.
The thought comes easily.The idea of having Blaire around my siblings feels like the most natural thing in the world. I can imagine her conversing with Wade and blushing at Boone’s jokes. Oliver would adore her. Coy would try to charm her.
A ripple of uncertainty flows through my veins.
Great. Bring her. That’s an order, dear.
Do I? What would be the point?
“There wouldn’t be one,” I mumble and get back to work.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Blaire
“So that’s it?” I type out a few final notes from my conversation with Yancy. “There are no more loose ends?”
“No. Just the hearing for the Lawson case next week. If you aren’t back, Mr. Jameson said he would show up on your behalf.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll be back even if I have to get a hotel room. Please send the updated files to my email.”
“I will do that as soon as we get off this call,” Yancy says. “They’re saying they’re on track for reopening the building by the end of the week. Fingers crossed.”
I start to say it back to her but stop. I’m afraid she’ll hear the reservation in my tone.
“Let’s hope they reopen when it’s safe,” I say instead.
“Oh, absolutely.” Computer keys click in the background. “That does it for me. I’ve rearranged everything else in order of precedence. You’ll be slammed for the first week back, but if I know you, that makes you happy.”
I close my computer and relax against my chair. The late afternoonsun warms my face. The rays are amplified by the pool rippling in front of me.
The fresh air helped clear my head. After I worked outside all day with my computer on my lap, I felt like I was in high school again. All I needed was a boom box.
“I appreciate your help in moving all this around,” I tell Yancy.
“Of course, Miss Gibson.”
“We’ll talk soon.”
