“If I’m being honest, I’m trying not to think about it.”
Sutton threw her arms up in the air.“That’s a terrible idea,” she said, her hands falling back down against her dark-wash jeans.“If you don’t prepare yourself, you’re going to be slammed with feelings when you’re there and not know how to process.It’s better to let yourself sit in it for a bit, so you can be prepared.”
“No amount of thinking is going to prepare me for this, trust me.”
“I don’t understand why you two just don’t get back together.This is stupid and a waste of everyone’s time—”
Sutton slapped a hand over my brother’s mouth.The impact of skin against skin echoed in the space between us.
Rhone’s jaw tightened as Sutton—all five-foot-five of pure attitude—glared up at his 6’2 frame with wide, dramatic eyes.Sutton let out a squeak of surprise before yanking her hand away.
“Did you just lick me?”
Rhone plopped onto my couch, long legs stretching out in front of him.“You had it coming.”He put his hands behind his head, arms bent at the elbows as he cradled his neck.
“Don’t listen to him,” Sutton said.“He’s an idiot.”
“At least I have a personality.”
This time my eyebrow arched.“What does that even mean?”
“He’s giving me shit because I agreed to a date with this guy.”
“She has a date with some hoity-toity trust fund douche.”
“Mistake me if I’m wrong, butyouhave a trust fund.”Sutton turned an intense glare on my brother.He deserved more than that.A good punch to the gut was warranted.
Rhone sighed.“At least I don’t tuck my t-shirts in.”
“He tucks his t-shirts in?Like when he’s wearing a dress shirt?”I asked.
“No.Just jeans and a t-shirt.Tucks that thing in so tight like he’s heading to a square dance convention in 1992.”
Sutton snorted.“God forbid a man wants a little structure in his wardrobe.Maybe he has confidence.”
“Confidence in what?His belt buckle?”Rhone shot back.
“You’re just mad I said yes.”
“No, I’m mad you said yesto him,” Rhone muttered.“You can date whoever the hell you want,” he added, leaning back as if he didn’t care.Sutton’s shoulders tensed.It was brief, and anyone else would have missed it, but I knew her too well not to notice.
She quickly released the tension.“Exactly.Whoever I want.Which is why I said yes.”
“Just don’t let him drive you in that ridiculous BMW with the spoiler on the back.”
“Ugh,” I groaned.“Not one that makes it look like the car is trying to lift off.”
“Ding, ding, ding.We have a winner!”Rhone exclaimed.
“So he has a souped-up car.I think it balances his tucked-in shirt.”Sutton glanced at her nail, then shot daggers at Rhone.
“Whatever.Do what you want.But if he disappoints you or breaks your heart, I’m not going to pick up the pieces.”
That was a boldfaced lie, and we all knew it, but even Sutton didn’t say anything.She just nodded and then turned back to me.“Speaking of this date… Can I borrow another dress?”
“So that’s why you returned this one?”I lifted the dress she conveniently returned today.
“Guilty, but this guy has money.”
