I rubbed the back of my neck. “No comment.”
She hummed. “I’d interrogate you, but alcohol hits you ten times harder in your forties, and I feel like death warmed over. Help yourself to coffee if you want, just fair warning Grant tends to drink his naked.”
“I do not,” came Grant’s voice from the kitchen.
I raised an eyebrow at Kara.
“Long story,” she said.
Not touching that one. Getting a glimpse of my cousin’s life had been great. I didn’t need to see thingsthatclosely.
“I hope you’ll come visit more often now that I’m settled here. I know you weren’t a fan of visiting the city but this place is more your speed.”
Glancing around, I nodded. “I will. I like it here.” Peanut came over and sat directly on my foot. I reached down and scratched his ears before he bit my hand and ran off to tackle Tuck.
“We’ll work on the biting before your next visit.”
I nodded.
She cocked her head. “You okay? I know this was a lot of family all at once.”
Silence stretched as I considered how to answer. “It’s just nice to see things work out for you…”
“And you want things to work out for you too.” She sipped her coffee.
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Just don’t rule it out. Things have a way of working out even when you don’t think they will.”
“Very optimistic advice from a woman with a lethal hangover.”
She laughed then winced and rubbed her temple. “Give me a week and I’ll be almost back to normal. Then I will never drink again.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“I’ve also heard people, including myself, say they will never get married and yet here I am. I bet eventually you will too.”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you some sort of hungover fortune teller?”
She smirked. “Just someone that knows being stubborn about not falling in love can turn into stubbornness about being together really quickly.”
I didn’t know how to answer that.
Chapter Thirteen
Wren
Isat at my gate waiting for my flight to board.
Everything around me looked the same as any other trip. Low hum of conversation, bright lights, everyone fighting over the few chairs near the outlets to charge their phones.
A little girl with long braids colored a picture of a unicorn a few chairs down.
A man devoured what looked like a really good sandwich and I wondered where he got it from.
Mostly though, I glanced around expecting to see Jasper.
Which was silly. He wouldn’t be here.
