“I don’t know what I’m more pissed off about—that you interrupted a private moment between me and my fiancée or that you thought I’d cheat on My. In fact, I do know. I can’t believe you thought I’d cheat on Maia!”
My sister winced. “I’m sorry. It’s just she told me she was going to be at her dad’s this morning, so I thought I’d hang out with you. And then I heard sex noises …” Her gaze turned uncharacteristically pleading. “I’m sorry. It was shitty to think that. I know you never would.”
“Bugger.” We heard Maia say from above us. Fuck, you really could hear everything up there.
“What’s up, gorgeous?” I called out.
“I forgot I am supposed to be at Dad’s. I’m jumping in the shower.”
I slumped, disappointed she was leaving.
Ainsley snorted. “You’ve got it bad. Can’t be without her for a day, huh?”
“No.” I stuck my tongue out at her like I was five. “Jealous?”
“Uh, no. I do not want to be so obsessed with someone I can’t function without them.”
“I can function.” I moved into the kitchen. “Coffee?”
“Sure. I brought bagels.” Ainsley pushed a carrier bag along my island. “Sorry for interrupting.”
It occurred to me that since I’d started seeing Maia, I really hadn’t seen as much of my big sister. Guilt made my cheeks hot. “Sorry for being … MIA.”
“Don’t you mean MIM?” she teased.
“Eh?”
“Missing in Maia.” She snorted at her joke.
I laughed but shrugged because who gave a fuck if it was true.
We were halfway through our coffees and bagels when Maia rushed downstairs, wet hair in a messy bun, glasses on, cheeks flushed, wearing a pair of sports leggings and a cropped T-shirt. She was at my place so much, she’d started leaving clean clothes so she had something to change into.
“Coffee?” I asked.
She hurried over, shaking her head. “I have to go. I’m already late for brunch.” She kissed me quick and hard and then squeezed Ainsley’s shoulder as she passed. “Enjoy your bagels!”
“Okay.” I jumped off the stool, following quickly as she moved toward the front door. I reached for her, drawing her back against me.
“I’m late.” Maia laughed as I hauled her close for a cuddle.
“We need to get a place with a bit more privacy,” I murmured as I nuzzled her neck.
She tensed.
I pulled back, eyebrows drawn together. “What?”
Maia’s violet eyes searched mine from behind her glasses. “We … we’re getting a place together?”
I grinned. “Aye. We are getting married, My.”
“Right.” She tried to hold back a cheesy smile but failed. She was so fucking adorable.
I cupped the nape of her neck, holding her to me for a proper goodbye kiss. When I had her panting and flushed and looking at me regretfully, like she hated she had to leave for brunch, I finally released her. “We’ll start looking for a place.”
“Okay.” She bounced on her feet to give me another quick kiss and then flashed me a happy smile. “Love you.”
“Love you,” I replied gruffly, my heart in my throat as I watched her walk out.
