Page 10 of Our Lips Are Sealed
“I bet.” Jamison scooted over to lay her head in Evie’s lap. “And you’re really going to work at Fairweather with me?”
“I am.”
Originally, Evie had no interest in working for Ben’s billion dollar land development company, keeping her distance from the Fairweather name as much as possible. But now, the prospect of working with Samuel every day was the best incentive she could think of to make a career move.
“And you didn’t kill Samuel during all of this?” Jamison asked. “I’m surprised you two could be in the room together for that long.”
Her love-hate relationship with Samuel gave most of the family whiplash, with Jamison only aware of the hate part.
“Crazy, right?” Evie toyed with her sister’s hair like she used to when she was little, fanning it in a halo around her head. “So, what’s the deal with Cohen?”
“I like him.”
Her sister had been infatuated with the man since he showed up at Haven House. “Cohen is handsome, but are you sure you weren’t just star-struck by who his father is?”
Jamison hesitated, considering what she was saying. Agent Cohen’s father was one of the top criminal profilers in America, and as a true crime aficionado, Jamison had nearly burst with excitement when she met his son.
“No, it’s him.”
“Well, then I’m sorry.”
Letting her eyes close, Jamison sighed. “Tell me a story.”
Whenever she was upset, or if the world just felt too big for her to handle, Jamison would come to Evie and ask for a story about their mother.
“When you were, I don’t know, a year old, we were with Ben in San Antonio. He took us to dinner on the Riverwalk, and while we were eating dessert, a band started playing. Mama told Ben she wanted to dance, and they went out on the floor for a few songs.”
Jamison wrinkled her nose. “My dad doesn’t dance.”
“He did back then,” Evie replied, sad that her sister couldn’t remember things like this about Ben. He’d been a different person when their mother was alive. “Anyway, while they were dancing, Selah fed you too much ice cream, and when mom pulled you out of the highchair to leave, puke shot out of your mouth and straight down her dress.”
“Eww.”
“And it didn’t stop,” Evie told her, laughing. “You were like this hose of vomit and sprayed the other diners, plus the waitstaff, as we left.”
There was a knock on the door, and Ben stuck his head in. “Everything okay in here?”
“Remember that time Jamison threw up at the restaurant in San Antonio?”
Ben shuddered, opening the door more. “I have never left a restaurant so fast,” he said to Jamison. “But Laura Jean didn’t even bat an eye. She wiped herself down, ripped off your clothes, and tossed them in the garbage. That night, we walked down the Riverwalk with a beautiful stinky woman, a half-naked baby, and three people staying five steps behind because of the smell.”
Hearing Ben speak so casually of their mother made Evie’s heart tight in her chest. She wished he talked like this more often.
“What brought that up?” he asked, giving Evie a pointed look.
While he wanted them to wait until the weekend to talk to Jamison, he thought it best that they do it together.
“No reason.”
Ben raised an eyebrow at what he was sure was a lie, but didn’t push the issue. “Well, since I’m here for dinner, you two have to come down and eat with me.” The door closed and then reopened. “No excuses.”
Shaking her head, when the door closed again, Evie rose from the bed. “Tell him I already ate when you go down.”
Jamison caught her hand before she could walk away. “We don’t keep things from each other, right?” she asked. “I mean, like the important stuff. We tell each other everything, don’t we?”
Evie’s stomach dropped. “Why?”
“Promise you won’t be mad.”
