“Great. Amazing, actually.” She takes a long sip and hands the glass back. “We gave the gallery the final list of artists. Our names are going on the marquee. It’sactuallyhappening.”
Kendall slides in beside me, and I pull her close, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Missed you,” she says, smelling like vanilla and paint, which means she was working before the meeting.
“Missed you more,” I tell her. “How’d it go?”
“She loves our concepts and expects to sell out of all the tickets. We’re taking the entire main floor.” Kendall’s eyes are bright with excitement. “Addison’s subway series on one side, my collection on the other. The owner believes this will be one of the biggest openings of the summer.”
“That’s incredible, babe.”
“I still can’t believe any of this is real.” She looks at me with stars in her eyes. “Everything is actually working out.”
“Of course it is,” I say, stealing another kiss. She leans into me. “I can’t wait to see it on display.”
The collection of paintings is all of her and me. It’s our shadowed faces and tangled limbs and moments she captured before either of us was brave enough to call it love. The whole city is going to walk through that gallery and see exactly what we are to each other.
“I can’t wait either,” I say, and I mean it, knowing how hard she’s been working to add paintings to it.
The server appears to take their drink orders. Wine for Kendall and whiskey for Addison.
“So,” Addison says, pointing at me, “I have a bone to pick with you.”
Jameson chuckles. “Oh, Lord.”
“What did I do now?” I ask.
“I’m actually getting pissed that you stole my best friend.”
Kendall starts laughing. “I’ve heard this all day. Enjoy.”
I make a face at my sister. “I didn’tstealher. If anything, she stole me.”
“Bullshit. With your schedule, I basically have to make appointments to see her.”
“That’s not true,” Kendall says, shaking her head.
“It’s true,” Jameson says, and Addison nods. “But then again, it’s always been like that.”
“I’m sorry?” I say sarcastically, grinning at my sister. “You’re right. But you should be mad at Ken Doll because she’s a better best friend to me than you.”
Kendall gasps. “Don’t you dare instigate this!”
Jameson chuckles. “Are you trying to start a war?”
“Yeah, are you trying to piss me off?” Addison adds.
“Okay, okay.” Kendall holds up her hands. “Can we not? I’ve been painting for fourteen hours, and I don’t have the energy to referee you two.”
Addison grins like she won. “How are playoffs going?”
“You’ve been at every game,” I tell her.
“Of course I have. No way I’m not going to be there, but I want to hear it from your own mouth, big bro,” she says.
“Great. I’m having the time of my life,” I say.
As I look around the table, I genuinely smile.
