Page 96 of My Mistake To Make

Bo laughs harder, and I can’t help but join her.

‘What’s all this commotion?’ Zoe asks as she walks in the front door, followed by Bree.

‘Don’t you ever work anymore?’ I sass, and she throws me daggers.

‘It’s called being the boss, Douglas. I delegate.’

I smirk, and Bree laughs.

‘Hey, Bo,’ Zoe says, passing me as Bree drops to the sofa next to me. Bowie takes Zoe’s hand and leads her into the kitchen so they can help Mama cook.

‘Did you hear about the house?’

‘Nah, I’m starting to think it ain’t happenin’.’ I lean my head back, and Bree leans her head onto my shoulder.

‘It’ll happen, honey. It’ll all fall into place.’

I turn and press a kiss to my sister’s head. I wish I had her confidence, but I can’t see this one coming through. Tristan will be gone soon, and Mr. Lawton said he’d let me know about taking on the lease, but he’s ghosting me, I swear.

Appearing out of nowhere, Zoe sits on the opposite sofa and pulls her feet up under her butt.

‘How long do you have Bo?’ she asks, and I shrug.

‘Do I ever know the answer to that?’ My voice is low. I don’t want Bowie to hear.

‘It’s just we won’t be around on Saturday, and I don’t want you to be stuck with anything.’

I smile. I love my sisters. They are always willing to help me with Bowie. ‘It’s fine. If I still have her this weekend, I might take her somewhere camping. Where are you headed?’

Zoe grins that naughty smile she always has when she’s about to get into some shit.

‘Girls’ night.’

Bree sits up next to me and explains. ‘It’s Missy’s birthday, so the four of us are headed up to the city, getting hotel rooms, spending the afternoon in the spa, then hitting the club.’

The four of them… Cara.

I feel the frown crease my brow, and my jaw tightens. She never said.

‘Girls’ night, huh? Fun.’ I nod, trying to smile.

‘I hope so, four single ladies on the prowl.’

I see the way Zoe is staring at me—she wants a reaction. She still thinks I’m into Cara and trying not to be. She doesn’t realize I’m getting into her as often as possible.

‘Ask,’ Bree says, turning to face me head-on, and I look at her, nervous.

‘Are you about to interrogate me, Chief? Do I need a lawyer?’

She narrows her gaze and leans in.

‘You want to ask, so ask.’

I glance at Zoe, who lowers her feet to the floor and leans in. Jesus, I’m penned in.

‘She’s been here two months,’ she whispers, glancing behind her to make sure Bowie is still in the kitchen. ‘You can’t still pull theI don’t like herbullshit because we’ve seen the two of you in the same room too many times.’

‘And after what happened between y’all, you would think it would be awkward, but it’s not. It’s just hot,’ Bree adds, and I snap my gaze to her.

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