Page 13 of Catching Feels

“Those assholes include my sister and your brother.”

I snort out a laugh. “I should wake up Mom. She always has to pee. She’d go?—”

“You’re not hearing me. I’m going to piss my pants if I have to wait for anyone else,” she sneers.

I grin. “That revenge I was talking about …”

“Not funny,” she replies as if she’s in pain.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t have to do shit. Karma showed up and took care of it.”

“I really don’t like you right now.”

“You do, too.” I stand.

“What are you doing?”

I nod a few rows ahead where a man is standing and stretching. “I’m going to hold your place in line so he doesn’t get there first.”

I step over her and do just that.

Poor CeCe looks completely scandalized when she comes out of the bathroom and sees me standing here.

“No need to freak out; Hudson and Mom are asleep.” I glance at Cora, who stands slowly and does the slowest pee-pee walk I’ve ever seen up the aisle toward us. “Your sister’s going to piss her pants, so we need to move.”

“Oh my God,” she murmurs as she moves out of Cora’s way. “I’m so sorry.”

“Move it, Romeo,” Cora grumbles at Rome as he walks out.

I glance back at the two of them once Cora is in the bathroom, hopefully not pissing herself. I point back and forth between the two of them. “There’s nothing either of you can say to make this go away. Just move along.”

“I’m so sorry,” CeCe whispers again.

Rome leans in, narrows his eyes, and whispers to me, “I’m not.”

When Cora is done, I decide I may as well go, too. I still have another brother on this plane, and as chummy as he’s gotten with the brunette flight attendant, I may be the one almost pissing my pants in a couple hours.

When I return, Cora gets up to let me back in my seat by the window. “I owe you big.”

“Not for that, you don’t. But for not warning me that Nour’s sister is the new vet at Wags and allowing me to say he looks like baseball Jesus, you owe me big.”

She bites back a laugh. “If I’d have thought you didn’t know who she was, and that was going to come out of your mouth, I would have done whatever I could to stop it.”

I sigh. “I’ll never be able to face either one of them again.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. She’s cool, and even if she wasn’t, they’re not close like you and your brothers. I’m not sure many people are.”

“Thought the same thing, but the Steel family, they’re tight, and so are the owners of Hudson’s team.” I yawn. When she doesn’t reply, I nudge her. “I hope you still don’t feel weird about going with us.”

She shrugs. “I feel bad about Dad being alone. But he’s picking me up at JFK, and we’re going to hit a couple plays.”

“Your mom was a Broadway enthusiast, right?”

She nods.

“Never been to a show. We’re all sports in this?—”

“You should come with us.” She smiles. “CeCe and Roman could stay another day and?—”

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