Page 40 of The Summer Arrangement
Megan: Of course. She’s the best baby fix in the world. But seriously, smartass… I know you’re putting in a lot of hours. With Mom still in Europe, I also know you could use a break. Give me my baby fix, and you’ll get your break. I’ll spend time with your ugly mug—if I must. Someone’s gotta show me around your new town.
Me: Gee, thanks. I feel so loved.
I do—but again, this is Megan. I wouldn’t be her favorite pain in the ass brother if I didn’t throw shade her way. Of course, I’m her only brother, and I love her fiercely. Our banter is how we’ve always shown affection.
Megan: What can I say, I miss you and Emilia like crazy. Let me do this for you. Stop being a PITA and accept my help for the weekend. It’s the least I can do.
Me: I can’t wait to see you Thursday.
Megan: Love you, little bro—see you soon!
With Emilia suddenly having plans for the weekend, I’d better let Lizzy know the change in schedule. I’m sure she’ll enjoy a few extra days off, and it’ll be an added bonus for her birthday weekend.
Pulling up her contact information, my thumb hovers over the text icon. But wanting to hear her voice, I opt to call instead.
She picks up on the third ring out of breath. “Cameron? Is everything okay? You usually text to check in.”
Shit. That’s what I get for being selfish.
“No… everything is good. My sister just informed me she is coming into town and taking Mills to Portland for a long weekend.”
“Okay…” Lizzy draws out. “What exactly does that mean for me? Do you need me to do anything while she’s gone?”
Shit, she’s counting on every penny she earns for tuition next year.
“Well, I guess it means you get an extra-long birthday weekend.” I muse. “Since this wasn’t a part of our schedule, I’ll pay you of course.”
“That’s uh… not necessary.”
“Think of it as a birthday bonus. I’m not negotiating this, Liz.”
I can hear the smile play on her lips. “Well, if you insist, I’ll certainly enjoy the extra time off.”
*****
Tonight is my first kid-free Saturday in—hell, I don’t know how long.
I should be thrilled.
I should feel relaxed.
I should be doinganything—but here I am, staring at my phone, feeling like a fucking creeper.
In my defense, it started with an innocent notification.
Stalking’s not entirely my fault.
Thinking it might be a text from my sister, I pick up my phone, and my heart stops in my throat.
Nope. I could only be so lucky.
This notification has nothing to do with Megan or Emilia for that matter.
Lizzy is approaching your destination.
My pulse spikes at the thought of her stopping by.
But why would she come here?
