Page 33 of The Nicest Thing

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My sister was having an overreaction.

As usual.

I loved her, but she could be a drama queen sometimes.

"Emmy, come on.It wasn't—"

"The baseball team," she cut in, and I could practically see her throwing her hands up."Those jocks who've probably never read a romance novel in their life were there, and I wasn't.That is so messed up."

I frowned, knowing this was the real issue."Rose didn't even tell us, Em.She wasn't upset."

"I'mupset," she said then quietly added, "at myself more than anything."

After a moment, I heard her sigh.

"Sorry, Finn. I know you tried, but I turned my phone off.I haven't been sleeping well lately, and…I'm devastated I missed her first signing."

I sat back in my chair, waiting.

"So, how did it go?" she finally asked.

"Good," I said."Really good.I think Rose was happy."

"Yeah, because of you."

"Nah, it was the guys.I have to thank them again."

"Finn."

"What?" I asked.

Emmy chuckled."You really think she cares about any of them coming?"

My brow furrowed."You don't?"

"I mean, she was probably glad about it, but you're the one who made her night."

"By selling the books?"

"By being there," Emmy said."Sometimes that's all we need.Someone to care, show up and just be there."

I grinned."You're such a sap, Em."

"And you're a romantic."

I shook my head but got the feeling she was doing the same.

"The baseball team, Finn?" she repeated.

"Yeah.So?"

"You've got it bad."

"Don't know what you mean," I said.

"Yeah, you do.But I'll let it go—for now."Before she ended the call, I heard her laugh again."Seriously, the baseball team?"

Rolling my eyes, I hung up.

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