Page 15 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

She leaves the bait hanging there like a fat juicy worm, hoping I snag it like a starving fish. Rachel is the only girl I ever saw Liam go on more than one date with. In fact, they may have dated that first year I was away at college before I got called back to Lake Starlight because of my parents’ deaths. She’s the one he took to his senior prom.

I shouldn’t care, but damn it, I do. “It’s fine. You’re right. A Bailey should do it.”

She smiles at her cards. “Glad you’re in agreement. Do me a favor and set up a meeting with him tomorrow at the office. I’ll be in at ten thirty, after my cataract surgery.”

“Excuse me?”

She stops dealing cards to herself. “What did you not catch, dear?”

“Your cataract surgery is tomorrow? Who’s taking you? You can’t drive.”

“Phoenix is. Since she returned from Los Angeles, I told her she’s my helper for the summer. No way is she going to be sitting around the house Instachatting or whatever. If she’s not going to try to make it in LA, she needs to figure out what her next path is.”

“Okay, for a moment I thought—”

“No, I’m not going to drive after cataract surgery. Who do you think I am?” She acts as if I’m stupid for thinking she would, but the sheriff is about to revoke her license if he catches her driving out of town again.

“Dori Bailey, that’s who.”

She pats my knee. “Just set the meeting, dear.”

“Great job, Savannah, but right here.” Ethel points at an area that looks a bit wonky.

I have no idea what she’s talking about. I’m over this knitting thing. “What kind of spinster am I going to be? I hate cats, and I can’t knit.”

Ethel rounds the couch and sits next to me, patting my knee. “We’ll get you there, don’t worry.”

It’s good to have goals, I guess.

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