Page 130 of Come Back to Me

At the entrance hall, we split up—he heads for his room with a bird being flipped my way as a farewell and I veer toward the kitchen. Only, just beyond the door, I hear my sister-in-law and Tee in there.

“I want to ask you a favor.”

“A favor?” Zee sounds both wary and suspicious.

Because I know of no loose cannon worse than Tee, I don’t blame her.

“Uh-huh.”

“Your favors are dangerous.”

“They’re not.”

“They are.”

“Not.”

“Are.”

Tee huffs.

“Like the time you asked me for a favor and it involved going on that double date with the nineteen-year-old brother of that pianist you played with?—”

“You had a better time than I did!”

“Doesn’t matter. I spent four hours talking aboutTitanfalland why teenage acne shouldn’t diminish his self-esteemorstop him from asking out Melanie—the homecoming queen-cum-teen goddess.”

“Better a discussion on skincare than dealing with octopus hands.”

“The pianist was such a jerk. No wonder you fell for Butch Cassidy. He charmed you without having to deal with being hit on.”

Though I stiffen at her words, Tee grouches, “You trying to make me feel like shit?”

“No, just saying everything makes sense now.”

“I didn’t fall for him because he didn’t have grabby hands.” She harrumphs while I grow tense at her admission.If anyone hurt her… “I fell for him because he could string sentences together, understood syntax, and had a lexicon worthy of a writer. He even set out his letters the right way and everything.”

Well aware that this conversation will prove that eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, I still lean against the wall to listen in.

I can’t even feel smug about her appreciation of my letter-writing skills. I’m just curious about this damn favor.

Zee hoots. “And here was me thinking you were writing dirty to each other.”

“I wish,” Tee mutters.

Even as my ears prick at that, Zee’s sighing. “Okay, so, Iama married woman, Tee, and Colton definitely won’t let me go on a double date—” I grin. Colt might be pretty chill where Tee’s concerned, but he’s definitely not going to let Zee ‘facilitate’ her dating life. “—so, what’s the favor?”

Brows lifting, I peek around the corner, knowing that this has gone past eavesdropping and into spying territory as I catch Tee sliding her cell across the counter.

Zee, who’s frosting cookies at seven AM for some damn reason, glances at Tee’s phone. “Oh, honey.”

I don’t know what she’s looking at, but it’s made her entire expression shift.

“I-I figured we’re heading that way for the interview later on. Maybe we could stop off and…”

Ah, there we have the reason for Zee frosting like there’s no tomorrow.

Day X of Callan’s PR solution means yet another interview.

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