But I grinned at her and teased, “Thanks a lot. Now I’m hungry for tacos.”
“Good luck finding a Mexican restaurant around that delivers.” She turned her attention to a group of guys who approached the bar to order drinks, and I watched her a moment as she entranced all of them with her smile. Yeah, I wasn’t going to try to compete with her anytime soon over which one of us could rake in more tips a night. With that smile, she’d win every time.
Sighing, I glanced toward my book bag I’d stashed behind the counter, thinking I could get in some good studying time between customers. But the procrastinator in me kept me from reaching for it. It being the last semester of my senior year, I was so over homework. I couldn’t wait until graduation, when I’d have a nice summer break before freaking graduate school began.
Sarah was probably going to miss homework. She was such a geek; she actually liked writing assignments. Not enough to ever write one for me—because I’d asked, numerous times over the years—but she liked doing them for herself. It was no fair that she’d be done with college after this, and I still had to keep going for my doctorate. It seemed as if our situations should be reversed.
Thinking of her, I slipped my hand into my pocket to grab my cell phone. I kept forgetting to ask her if she planned on doing the whole graduation walk-through thing, and if so, did she want to go in with me to pick out our caps and gowns together. I wouldn’t have bothered with that shit, but Aspen was all excited about watching me graduate; I figured I should probably attend the walk-through.
Before I could pull up her name to type out a message, someone else approached the bar. Since Julianna was still busy with her adoring fan club, I lifted my face to smile at the newbie, only to blink in surprise.
Speak of the devil...well, the devil’s big brother, anyway.
“Hey, man.” I sent him a chin-bob greeting as I slid my phone back into my pocket. “You here to see Pick? I think he’s already gone home for the evening.” He’d been leaving early lately since his wife Eva was about to pop out their fourth kid.
“Actually, no.” He sat on a stool directly across from me. “I’m here for you.”
That got my attention. Frowning, I moved closer, studying his face to figure out what was up. Mason Lowe only came to me when he wanted the scoop on his little sister: if something important was happening with her, if she was acting particularly withdrawn or angry or scared, if she needed anything.
Admittedly, the guy was smart for coming to me because I always knew what she was up to. On occasion, it irritated me because she didn’t always want him knowing every detail of her life. I wasn’t here to spill her secrets—not anymore, anyway. So I usually only gave him just enough information to reassure him she was okay, or if she wasn’t okay, that she’d be okay because I’d take care of the problem. And that was usually enough for him.
But there was no reason for Lowe to approach me tonight, because there was nothing new going on in Sarah’s life.
Confused about why he wanted to talk to me, I leaned an elbow on the countertop. “What’s up?”
He glanced toward Julianna and when he saw she was still busy, he returned his attention to me. “So, who’s this guy?” he asked in a lower, confidential voice.
I tipped my head to the side, not following. “What guy?”
“The guy Sarah’s going on a date with.”
My jaw fell open. “Huh?”
“I know Reese told me to leave it alone and trust Sarah’s instincts, but this is my little sister we’re talking about. And if you think there’s anything even remotely off about him, I will shut this down right now.”
“Hold on a second.” I lifted a hand to stop him so I could have a second to think. Then I demanded, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Mason blinked, then squinted his eyes as if he were trying to read the inside of my head. Finally, he straightened, his eyebrows flying up. “You don’t know.”
I ground my teeth, growing impatient. “Know what?”
If this was about Sarah, of course I knew. I knew everything about her before anyone else ever learned it. She was my best fucking friend on earth, not anyone else’s.
Mason had to be misinformed.
But he sure the hell seemed to think he knew what he was talking about when he said, “Someone asked Sarah out on a date. And she said yes.”
SARAH
AGE 22
I had fallen asleep in the middle of studying the works of Edgar Allan Poe for an English assignment when I was jerked awake in the middle of the night by a tapping, as if someone was lightly rapping on my chamber...uh, window.
Yawning, I batted down the shirt that had somehow bunched a path halfway along my torso, then struggled upright so I could crawl to the other side of my bed and peer out the pane of glass.