Page 4 of Thanks for the Memories
Sorry, sister. That’s a big fat no.
As soon as I hang up, I jump right back into my work. I learned a long time ago to ignore my sister, even if her heart is in the right place. Unfortunately, she’s not on Team Dante. She thinks he's a nice guy and a fantastic chef, but she doesn’t think he’s right for me.
Whatever. She may think she knows everything, but she doesn’t.
Chapter Two
When I arrive home, I hear Lila’s voice coming from the kitchen, along with cabinet doors opening and closing.
“I told them to stop dragging their feet. Either take the offer or move along. You know I don’t play games.”
I smile to myself. Lila is fierce. Especially when it comes to her real estate career.
She’s also that woman that you either love or hate. She’s confident and outspoken. I still remember the first day we met. I was in such a hurry to get out the door I put my pants on inside out. Just as the Pilates class was about to start, Lila came up to me and told me about my pants. She also told me not to change them and announced to the class that I knew they were inside out. She said once I did that, I wouldn’t worry about it, and she was right. Since that day, I’ve made some good friends and found a new home, which was exactly what I needed, living in a new city.
As I walk into the kitchen, I hear her mumbling to herself.
“Hey, is it safe in there?” I call.
She snorts. “Yes, as long as you’re not stringing me along on a half million-dollar listing.”
I hold up my hands. “Never.”
I watch as she pours milk into a big bowl of Lucky Charms. The magically delicious cereal is her go-to when she’s stressed. Hey, there are worse things.
“Want some?” she asks, pointing to the box.
Hmmm … I’m not stressed out. But when in Rome …
I grab a much smaller bowl from the cabinet and ask her about her day. She immediately starts in with the details about the deal she’s trying to close.
“I feel like I need a vacation,” she says, abruptly changing the subject. Her black hair is twisted into bun on top of her head. She’s wearing a chambray shirt tied at her waist over black jeans. “Maybe we should go away for a weekend,” she says thoughtfully. “I could ask Harry about his uncle’s place in Islamorada. Or we could just do a day on Paul’s boat?”
Those would both be great options, and I’m always up for a getaway. I’m just not sure about going to the Keys or on a boat when there’s a monster hurricane churning at sea.
“What about Hurricane Joanna?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”
She adds more cereal to her bowl.
How could she forget? Maybe living in Florida all her life has made her oblivious.
“I’ll think of something. Anyway, what’s happening with you?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Nothing really.”
“Don’t you hate that?” Lila asks. “I mean, no drama is great. But I hate those moments when you wish there was more going on in your life besides work.”
I nod absently.
“Well, they say it’s calmest right before the storm.”
I cringe. “Let’s hope not.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not talking about the hurricane, although that could be true too.”
I know exactly what she means.
