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I pulled her closer with my free hand. "That's between them and me."
"Riiiiight, okay. You know I’m like a bull with a red flag, right?"
"I promise you one thing," I said. "You'll find out soon enough what it's about."
"How soon? Just so I know if I should employ any persuasion tactics or not?"
"Very soon, babe. Very, very soon."
I walked half a step behind her, keeping a hand on her back. She took out her phone just before we got out of the house, reading a text from Reese.
The words “Gran” and “coffee shop guy” popped out. Kendra turned the screen away, looking at me over her shoulder.
“Were you peeking?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “But I only caught a few words. What’s all that about?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Babe…”
“Nope. Not telling you. You have your secrets, we have ours,” she said, shrugging one shoulder and flashing me a sassy smile.
CHAPTER 33
KENDRA
Three weeks later
"Wow, we should do this again,"Emma exclaimed.
"I know, right? I feel so fancy," I said.
Emma had talked me into spending a sister afternoon at a spa in the city. I protested at first because I didn’t want her to spend a fortune on me, but then she used her younger sister look—eyes wide, pouty lower lip—and I gave in. I'd gotten a mani, a pedi, and a massage. I felt utterly relaxed. It was a brand-new salon on the Magnificent Mile. This was their first day in business, so they offered everything at half price. I didn’t need much relaxation, to be honest, because I’d taken time off during Christmas and New Year’s and spent it with my sexy man. But I was glad I got to spend today with Emma.
As we dressed up, my sister asked, "Do you want help with your makeup? Or I can do your hair. You can even borrow my scarf."
I stared at my sister. "I'm going to an ice cream parlor, not a fashion show." The kids Tyler coached at the beginning of theseason were celebrating the fact that they were at the top of the ranking in the interschool hockey championship. And they’d invited both me and Tyler. Of course, he was the guest of honor. We were celebrating at the ice cream parlor right next to the center.
Emma frowned. "I know, but maybe you'll take pics, or… I don't know…"
"Pics?”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again and shrugged.
“Thanks a lot for today," I said.
Emma winked. "My pleasure. Wait, let me do your hair, okay? I have my curler with me."
She took it out of her purse, along with a million hair products.
My eyes bulged. "Why did you bring your hair curler and so many products?"
She loved to doll up on a daily basis, but I was certain she didn’t always carry those around.
"Umm." She avoided my gaze. "I'm going on a date later, and I'm going to fancy up. I can style your hair quick too."
I’d washed and blow-dried it after the massage, and I had to admit, it didn’t look great.
