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Author: Kristan Higgins
And then…and then we heard a little chirp. For a second, I didn’t realize what it was…not until my sister’s voice boomed into our lovely evening.
“Callie! Guess what! I just had sex! It was amazing!”
“Excuse me!” I lunged from the table. Shit! Earlier today, I’d used the push to talk feature, as the walkie-talkie method tended to work better out here by the lake. Alas…oh, alas!…I’d forgotten to turn it off.
“I mean, sure,” Hester continued, “I’ve, you know, felt things. I own a vibrator, after all. But this was much better than anything you can buy online, you know?”
Where was my purse, dammit all to hell? Counter? No. Desk? No! Ah, right, over there by the back door. Hester’s thunderous voice continued to detonate from the depths of my vast orange bag. “Seriously! I thought I was going to end up clinging to the ceiling by my fingernails! I know you said you were doing the vet, and he does seem hot, but listen… I hope he’s half as good as Louis. ”
“Holy crap!” I blurted. I jerked open my purse and shoveled through the debris for my phone. Tampon, paperback, picture of Bronte and Josephine, wallet. No phone. Come on!
“Callie? You there? Well, anyway, just wanted to share the big news. I’m screwing a mortician and yes, it really is true. They do it stiffer. ” My hand closed around the phone. “Gotta go. I think I’m up for round two! Bye!”
I stabbed the off button. The quiet was deafening…not that I could hear anyway, the way my pulse was roaring in my ears. I returned the phone to my purse and took a breath.
“Guess what?” I said. “My sister has a boyfriend. ”
Neither of them said a word. Angie, however, wagged her plumy tail. I was grateful.
Back to the table I went, face flaming. Finished off that glass of wine, oh, yes I did. It was the only friendly thing at the table. “Sorry about that,” I muttered.
“What a lovely family you must have,” Jane said, raising her eyebrow.
“You know what?” I snapped. “They are lovely. I have a great family. We love each other, we accept each other, we don’t sit around once a year talking about how disappointed we are in each other. ”
“Callie,” Ian said in a low voice.
I ignored him. “My sister may be a little, well…weird, but she’s a great mother to both her kids. She’d never try to make them feel like they’d let her down. ”
“Callie,” Ian said again.
Jane, however, simply looked amused. “Oh, no, speak your mind, dear. ”
I swallowed and unclenched my fists. “I just think maybe…maybe you should stop telling Ian what he should do with his life. He lost his parents when he was little—”
“She knows what happened, Callie,” Ian said quietly.
“—and maybe you should stop trying to convert him to your mission and just back off. ”
Ian closed his eyes briefly. The kitchen clock ticked. Angie sighed.
“Well,” Jane said, unfazed. “I guess we know where Cassie stands. ”
I waited for Ian to correct her. He didn’t.
“Okay,” I said, standing. My hip bumped the table, sloshing my untouched, sugary coffee. “Um, I have to run. It was good to meet you, Dr. McFarland. Have a safe trip back. Ian…” My heart was thudding so hard I thought I might barf, and not because I’d eaten beet ravioli (though surely that didn’t help matters). “See you soon, I’m sure. ”
He cut his eyes to me, and for the first time since I met him, I saw that he was angry. My chest tightened. How could he be mad at me? I defended him! I thought he was pretty damn wonderful.
“Actually, I’m the one who should go,” Jane said calmly, rising from the table. “I’m heading to Manchester Airport. That’s not too far, is it?”
“I’ll get you directions,” Ian said. “Come in the den, Jane. ” He glanced over at me, his eyes still hot, and led his aunt into the other room.
Was I supposed to stay? It didn’t seem right to just walk out right now, while they were looking up directions on Google. Because I wasn’t sure what else to do, I cleared the table, tossing Jane’s untouched cake into the trash with more force than was necessary. Loaded the dishwasher. Ian always put all the forks in one quadrant of the silverware holder, all the spoons in another, the knives in a third…you know what? I mixed them all up. So there. Swallowed against the sharp lump of tears in my throat. Listened to them talking in Spanish. Point taken. We don’t want you to know what we’re talking about.
They came back into the great room a few minutes later. “Well, it’s certainly been interesting meeting you, Callie,” Ian’s aunt said matter-of-factly.
“Same here,” I said. Interesting didn’t come close.
“Thank you for cooking, dear. ” She didn’t seem to be making fun of me.
“You’re welcome. ”
“I’ll walk you to the car, Jane. ” Ian held the door, and out they went. I took a deep breath, felt the tears sting my eyes. Figured emotional diarrhea was just around the corner.
From the light over Ian’s garage, I could see the two of them, Ian a good eight or ten inches taller than his aunt. They talked for a minute or two, then Ian gave her a hug, picking her up a little as he did. Jane reached up and tousled his hair, then got into her rental car and backed around, her tires crunching on the gravel driveway.
Ian was very quiet when he came back in. His dog, sensing her master’s mood, slunk into the den. I wished I could follow.
“So,” I said, swallowing.
He folded his arms across his chest and stared at the floor, practically burning a hole in it. “Was I somehow unclear when I asked you not to…campaign for me, Calliope?” he asked, not looking up.
Crap. Things were never good when my full name was used. “Nope. Not unclear. ”
“But you did anyway. ”
I took a shaky breath. “Well, Ian, I’m sorry, but I just felt she should be…proud. Of you. Is that such a bad thing?”
“She’s not going to be proud, Callie. I don’t need her to be. And I don’t need her to approve of you. What really bothers me about tonight is that you didn’t respect the fact that perhaps I know more about my family than you do. ”
“Well, don’t we sound all Jane Austen,” I said. “Although it’s funny, you and Mr. Darcy have a lot in common. ”
Ian failed to appreciate the comparison. “I’m also a little uncomfortable with your view of me as a tragic orphan. Jane did her best with a child she didn’t expect or want. That was more than anyone else was offering. ”
My eyes filled. Poor Ian! Of course, he’d smite me for thinking that, but come on!
He wasn’t done. “I think tonight had more to do with your need for people to adore you than with my relationship with Jane. ”
“It is not about that, Ian!” I said. “She was mean to you! I stuck up for you!”
“She’s not mean, Callie, and I don’t need defending. Believe it or not, I can handle my aunt. ”
“Then why didn’t you straighten her out on my name? Couldn’t you have done that, Ian?”
He raised his hands in frustration. “She knows your name, Callie. She was baiting you, and you bit. I understand my aunt. I know what she wants for me, and she’s not going to get it. Okay?” His voice rose. “You’re the one who had the problem. Not me. This whole night…this is just the way things are, and you being Little Miss Sunshine was not going to change that, and I told you that, but you couldn’t leave it alone, could you?”
I grabbed my purse. “You know what, Ian? I’m sorry I have so many inconvenient human emotions. I know you hate that sort of thing. I wish I could be more like your dog, who’s perfect in every way. I’m sorry I want people to like me, since I know you don’t give a rat’s ass about that sort of thing. I’m also sorry—” here I hiccupped, so dignified “—that I care about you enough to get upset when someone treats yo
u like shit. I’m sorry that Hester called, and I’m sorry I actually voiced an opinion. ” I dashed the heels of my hands across my eyes.
“Don’t cry,” he added tightly.
“Sorry,” I bit out. Then I opened the door and ran down the porch steps.
“Callie, wait,” Ian called, sounding defeated.
“You know what, Ian? I’m gonna go,” I said. “Talk to you soon. ” With that, I got in my car and drove off into the dark country night.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ONCE IN THE CAR, I wasn’t sure where to go. Noah had told me that he had, in his words, “romantic interests. ” Clearly I didn’t want to run into him and Jody in a compromising situation again. Hester, too, was busy, though my brain shied away from the thought of her with Louis. God! There’d been enough carnage tonight. I knew Annie would take me in, but it was late. Besides, she and Jack were probably cuddled on the couch, cooing at each other.
That left Mom or Dad, and as usual, I picked Dad. His house was dark, and no car was in the driveway. He might be on the road…his bowling club did little overnights to different alleys throughout the Northeast. I unlocked the door and went in. “Dad?” I called softly, just in case he was home.
“Who’s there?” a voice called from upstairs.
I turned on the stairs light. My brother blinked and covered his eyes. “Christly, Callie, turn that f**king light off. ”
“Sorry,” I said, obeying. “What are you doing here?”
“Mom’s been on my ass lately. Figured I’d hide out here. What about you, sis?”
I sat down on the stairs. A thin beam of pinkish light from the streetlamp sliced through the front windows. “I had a fight with my boyfriend,” I said.
“Mark?”
I glanced up, startled. The idea of Mark and me seemed like a long, long time ago, a foggy memory best left untouched. “No. Ian. The vet. We’ve been…seeing each other. ”
“What did you fight about?” Freddie asked.
“I had emotional diarrhea,” I said glumly.
“Now there’s a pretty image,” he muttered. The stairs creaked as Fred came down. He sat next to me, slung his arm around my shoulders. “Tell your brilliant child prodigy of a brother,” he said.
“Seriously? You won’t tweet this or anything?”
“Fine. Steal my fun. I won’t tweet. Or blog. Or put you on YouTube. ”
Odd, to be telling my cute little brother my romantic woes, but he listened mostly in silence, except for the strangled noises of appropriate horror he made when I mentioned Hester’s interruption.
“So what should I do?” I asked, feeling the prickle of tears yet again.
“You should’ve stayed and shagged him,” my brother advised sagely. “We men are very basic. We’ll forgive anything for a little action. ”
“You’re not a man, Freddie my love. You’re a mere child. ” My voice was a little hollow. Freddie didn’t answer. “So how are things with you?” I asked.
He sighed. “I don’t know, Callie. I lack direction. ”
“I think we’re all aware of that, honey. ” Slipping off my shoes, I tipped my head against the wall. “Is there anything you love to do?”
“Other than get laid, you mean?”
“Yes, Fred, and I’d rather not discuss your tomcatting, okay? I changed your diapers and all that. ”
Freddie was quiet for a minute. “I like having fun. Sounds stupid, right? I like to hike and kayak and fish. I don’t think the market is great for river guides, though. ”
“Wanted: Mountain Man,” I said. He chuckled, and I patted his bare foot. “Well, what are you best at? You’re a math whiz, your blogs are hilarious, you have a huge following on Twitter, you built a computer when you were twelve, you’re as charming as Dad, so you’d be great in some kind of schmoozing job…”
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