““For the record, I said yes to lunch just to keep him from showing up every time my back is turned.” She sent a pointed look at her sister. “You know, like a stalker. I didn’t agree to an entire afternoon out on the bay with him.” “You didn’t agree to that lollapalooza of a kiss either. But that happens and suddenly he’s not on the next plane home. Just saying, Ms. Protests Too Much.” Kerry opened her mouth, then closed it again, then folded her arms across her chest. “I never should have told you about that.” Fiona grinned. “I know.” She tugged Kerry’s arms loose and pulled one through her own, leaning her head on her taller sister’s shoulder and beaming up at her, lashes fluttering. “But we’re so glad you did.” “Oh, hush,” Kerry said, but she didn’t push her sister away. And she had to work harder than she should have to keep her scowl in place. “You’re just annoyed because you can’t find a way to be in charge and control this whole thing and it’s making you jumpy.” Kerry considered that, relented a little. “Maybe.””
