“What are you going to do about it?”
I tilt my head back, close my eyes, and then bring my focus back to my brother. “I don’t know August. You know I can’t just leave New York and everything I’ve worked so hard on.”
“Look, all I’m saying is that you should really give this all some thought. Okay? At least promise me that.”
“I will. I promise.” I give him a smile and quickly change the subject. “Now, enough about me. What are you doing today?”
“I have a date tonight.” He smiles brightly.
I wiggle my eyebrows with a knowing grin. “Who’s the lucky lady?”
“Someone Beau knows. He thought I’d have a fun time.” He shrugs.
I grimace. “Wait, are you getting his sloppy seconds?”
August makes an equally horrified look. “God, no. They’re just friends. And they aren’t each other's types.”
“Is this date a serious one or more of a casual thing?”
“I’m not going into it looking for a relationship. Just something casual.”
A sly smile plays across my lips.
“What?” he asks.
“Are you trying to makesomeonejealous?”
He pinches his brows and jerks his head back. “Why in the world would I try to make someone jealous?” He crosses his arms.
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
“I’m not playing shit.”
I raise my hands with a smile. “Whatever you say.”
“Shut up.”
I laugh, watching him put freshly washed green grapes in a bowl and sit across from me. He picks a grape off its stem and looks at me.
“So.” August throws a grape into his mouth before saying, “Heard about the date you had with Rowan.”
“Everyone keeps saying this was a date. It wasn’t a date. It was two friends going out to eat.” I raise my brows.
“Yeah, sure.” He pops another grape into his mouth. “Have you talked to him since then?”
“Yeah, we’ve been texting, but I haven’t seen him in person. It feels awkward, which sucks because I miss him. I want to hang out with him.”
“I think he’s mad at himself. He said he was going to come talk to you in person.”
“He hasn’t said anything about coming to talk to me. When did he tell you this?”
“Yesterday. When he does talk to you, are you guys going to—you know—try again, or?”
“I don’t know. I’m still figuring out things with work. I spoke with my boss the other day. They were checking in, and I told them that I was looking forward to coming back to work. I haven’t given them an answer on what we spoke about before I left for vacation.”
“What are you talking about?” August arches a brow.
I fiddle with my fingers before answering. “They want me to be the head pastry chef.Executivepastry chef.”
