Her sister’s intuitive powers were almost scary.
“Not quite.”
Lauren’s brow scrunched. “Hetriedto kiss you and you told him to back off?”
“No. It’s worse than that.” She pushed off from the door. Swallowed. “Ikissedhim.”
Her sister’s jaw dropped. Snapped closed. “What happened to your agreement to stay hands-off?”
“I guess I got a little carried away.”
Lauren snorted. “I guess you did. Did he kiss you back?”
Oh yeah.
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s an incomplete answer.” Lauren folded her arms and leaned a shoulder against the doorframe. “Dish, girl.”
Devyn tightened her grip on her clutch purse. “Let’s just say I don’t think he minded that I broke our rule about no contact. At least not in the moment. I’m not sure how he’ll feel about it later.”
“How doyoufeel?”
“Embarrassed. I have no idea what I’ll say to him next time we meet.”
“You’re missing my point. Let me rephrase. How do you feel about how you feel about him?”
Devyn shifted her weight. “That’s a convoluted question.”
Her sister skewered her with a shrewd look. “And that’s a dodge. So I’ll ask a different question. What are you going to do about how you feel about him?”
“I don’t know yet—and until I do, I think the safest strategy is to avoid him.” She squeezed the bridge of her nose. “Maybe I’ll text him an apology. That would be less awkward.”
“Your avoidance tactic may not work if he shows up at rehearsals.”
Like she didn’t know that.
“He may keep his distance while he regroups too. He’s no more interested in getting involved than I am. He probably regrets kissing me back.”
“Doyouregret the kiss?”
It was hard to feel sorry about a world-class kiss that would linger in her memory long after she returned to her life in New York.
“I regret the complications and awkwardness it will create.”
“Another dodge—which is telling.”
Devyn mashed her lips together.
She was done talking.
Apparently Lauren got that message, because she straightened up from the wall. “You may be worrying for nothing. It’s possible Aaron will write it off as an aberration induced by all the romantic vibes at the wedding. But I’ll tell you this. If the look on your face when I walked in is any indication, you’re on the verge of falling head over heels. And I’ll tell you something else. You could do worse than Aaron. He’s the real deal. Sleep well.” With that, she turned around and retraced her steps down the hall.
Devyn remained where she was as quiet descended in the house, if not in her heart.
But while her brain was muddled, she did know one thing.
Until she figured out what to do about the handsome lumberman father who exuded integrity and kissed like a leading man, she wouldnotbe sleeping well.
