“Robbie Bobby Baby Benjamin Bunny,” they chorus, then die in a fit of laughter.
Amelia joins them. But she also runs her fingers through my hair, as though offering an apology. When I crack open an eye,she’s grinning at me. “That has to be the longest nickname ever,” she says.
“It’s the worst,” I say.
“How did you even come up with that?”
“I don’t know,” Grey says. “I was, like, five.”
“She said it one time, and we immortalized it forever,” says Lex. “And your name is Mills?”
“Amelia,” she says.
Grey jumps back in. “Getting to the important stuff. Now, where are you? It’s still morning. Is this like a brunch situation or an adult sleepover?—”
A blush rockets up over Amelia’s face before I can interrupt my sister.
“Kind of a long story, but we’re in Florida at a resort.”
This is met with dead silence from my sisters. As in, so silent they could be dead.
“Still there?” I ask. “Because I just earned a lot of cheese.”
“No, we’re here,” Lex says. “Just … processing. You’re on vacation. With a woman.”
“Yes.” I don’t ask if this is so hard to believe because I know it is. A few dates is my longest relationship, unless we’re counting high school. Which I don’t. I’ve definitely never taken a trip with a woman.
I can’t tell from Amelia’s face if she’s upset thinking of my past—which my sisters are making sound way worse—or if she’s pleased.
“Amelia.” Alexandra’s tone is crisp and businesslike. “Don’t take this the wrong way because we’d love to talk to you and ask questions?—”
“Somany questions,” Grey adds.
“—but could we have a moment alone with our brother? You sound lovely, and I don’t want to offend you when this barelycounts as a meeting, and I sure hope wedoget to meet you in person.”
Amelia meets my gaze then gets to her feet. “I hope so too. I’ll go shower and get ready. Snorkeling sound good? It’s cleared up and there’s a group leaving in an hour.”
“Sounds great.”
Amelia heads to the bathroom, and I walk out to the balcony and collapse into a chair. “Okay. You’ve got two minutes of points-free answers. Fire away.”
But instead of launching into a string of nosy questions, Lex and Grey speak in unison, a freaky thing they’ve done their whole lives. It drives me and especially Callie nuts.
“You found the one.”
I drag a hand down my face. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I thought it was going to be the woman from the restaurant. Remember the one you texted us about?” Grey says in a rush. “I thought maybe you’d meet again and?—”
“Actually,” I interrupt, “Ameliaisthe woman from the restaurant.”
I have to pull the phone away from my face when Grey shrieks. And shrieks. I wait until I can just hear Lex yelling at her.
“—my eardrums,” Lex is saying when I rejoin the conversation.
“Sorry,” Grey says. “But this ishuge.”
“It is,” Lex repeats.