“I think,” I start, my voice hitching. “I think I have very real feelings for that man.”
“Finally!” Tessa shouts, throwing her hands in the air.
Millie shushes her. “Quiet celebration! Think of the children!”
We all burst into a fit of giggles, trying our best to lower the volume.
“Youlikelike him,” Millie says, pressing one of my hands between hers.
Tessa’s eyes are glassy. “I’m so happy for you. Truly. You deserve someone who’s as obsessed with you as he is.”
I scoff. “I don’t know if he’sobsessed.”
Millie bumps her shoulder with mine. “Theo’s been all-eyes-on-Fable since we were kids, babe.”
Footsteps echo down the stairs before Finn comes into view, in plaid pajama pants and a T-shirt Millie got him for Christmas last year. It has an image of Spock surrounded by pink hearts that had Finn blushing bright red when he opened it.
“Speaking of obsessed,” Tessa murmurs under her breath, sending us into giggles all over again.
A tiny smirk hooks his mouth as he circles the back of the couch to reach Millie. “Sounds like you three are having a great time.” He drops a sweet kiss to the top of her head.
“Did we wake the girls?” Millie asks, tilting her chin to look up at him.
He brushes her auburn waves behind her ear. “No, they’re sleeping soundly. Don’t worry about them; just enjoy your sisters’ night.”
The air practically sizzles around them. Finn seems like he’s in a trance as he lowers his lips to hers, and I have to look away. The sight of them is making something sharp prick at my insides, and it feels an awful lot likelonging.
Tessa’s gaze crashes with mine, and she points a thumb over her shoulder, mouthing,Should we go?
But then Finn clears his throat, adjusts his glasses, and reaches an arm out to me. “Want a refill?”
“Yes, please.” We hand him our empty wineglasses and he goes to the kitchen to open a new bottle.
Voices from the movie fill the quiet as I try to decide what these newfound feelings mean. Idon’t want to run from them. Iwant to turn around and run right backtothem.
“Do you think I royally fucked everything up?” I ask warily.
“Not at all,” Millie assures me.
The air mattress squeaks as my sisters lean toward me for a group hug, our obliterated charcuterie board on the mattress between us.
“We’ve all said a lot of mean stuff over the years, and we still like each other,” Tessa points out.
A laugh bubbles out of me. “We’re sisters. It’s kind of unavoidable.”
When Finn returns—with three fresh glasses of wine and the eye masks Tessa brought tucked into his arm—he passes everything out and we relax back against the pillows. He helps us open the packages while balancing our wine, then collects the trash, drops another kiss to Millie, and says, “Have fun. Let me know if you need anything,” before leaving us to our sisters’ sleepover.
“Okay,” Millie says, patting my thigh. “Tell us about this bookshop.”
“How ’bout you give me the number of the property owner?” Tessa requests.
I slouch a little farther between them. “No way.”
“But it soundsperfect,” Tessa says adamantly. “The photo alone is a blatant sign, straight from Gramps.”
“If anyone can get you that spot, it’s Tessa,” Millie adds through a yawn.
Tessa nods. “I’ll have those Smoothie Bros on their knees. That building will be yours.”
