Page 151 of Never Kiss and Tell

She seems to think about that for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at the floor.

“Tom?”

Finally, she nods.

“Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want anyone to know until it’s over, but . . . we filed for an annulment of our marriage. It should be finalized this week.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Why is it when things are going great, some bullshit like this has to happen?

“Why?”

She grimaces. “Because his ex-girlfriend just had a baby. They did a DNA test and it’s his.”

Anger rolls through me in black waves. I’ll fucking kill him. I warned him.

“Where is he?”

“No,” she snaps, grabbing my arm when I move toward theback door.

“I just want to talk to him.”

“No,” she says, an air of finality in her tone. She even stomps her foot. “I don’t want you to. It’s done. There’s nothing you can say or do that hasn’t already been said or done by me. Plus,” she adds, sniffling and squaring her shoulders. “This is Bailey’s day. You don’t want to ruin it, do you?”

“Of course not,” I snap, rolling my shoulders to alleviate some of the tension in my body.

“Me either. I’ll tell her this week, once it’s finalized. I don’t want her to think about it right now.”

I force myself to take a deep breath and not hunt Thomas Bennet down. I knew that spineless little prick wouldn’t be good enough for my sister. I fucking told her and she didn’t listen to me.

“I’ll be fine, Charlie.” Andi places her hand on my shoulder, forcing me to look at her. “I promise.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you and Bailey just got back to each other. You think I want to ruin that?”

Fuck, now I feel like an ass because I’ve been so caught up in my own life, I hadn’t noticed my sister’s was falling apart.

“How is she doing out there?” Andi asks, clearing the Tom subject off the table.

“Better than I expected. These are the last two boxes.”

Andi smiles. “I told her the book was great. What about Monica?”

“Monica is . . . Monica.” We both laugh at that one. I grab the two boxes and we start walking them back toward thefront.

I stop, just inside the back door and turn back to her. “You sure you don’t want me to handle him? I know a lot of places no one will ever find him.”

She rolls her eyes, but smiles. “Yes, Charlie.”

“You’re my little sister, you know? I don’t want to see you cry.”

Her smile softens and she leans in, leaning her head on my shoulder since she can’t give me a hug.

“I know. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

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