Page 87 of Best Frenemies

“Oh, I am. Though, I’m not sure my vision wasn’t affected even before now.” Her eyes twinkle with amusement. “Katy.” She says her name like it’s explanation enough.

“What about Katy?”

“Oh, don’t be so dense, baby bro!” she whisper-yells and smacks my arm. “I’ve never in my life seen you invite a woman to stay in the presence of your family, and I’ve certainly never seen you dip into dating at work. I mean, a woman you work with?” she muses. “That’s hard to get away from.”

“We’re coworkers and friends.” And we havea lotof fun together.

“Right,” she retorts. “I often wear nothing but an overcoat to visit my friends.”

“I don’t know if you want me to get into all the dirty details, sis, but yes, we also have intercourse.”

She searches my eyes closely. “I can’t decide if you’re purposely keeping the details from me or if you’re being stupid and not letting yourself realize you’re, like,reallyinto her.”

“I’m not denying that I like Katy. Of course I do,” I answer. “She’s awesome. I love hanging out with her.”

“This is something else. She means something to you.” She reaches up to pinch my cheeks like a mother hen. “Don’t be stupid with her,” she says.

I roll my eyes, and she smacks the back of my hand.

“I’m serious. Don’t act like an idiot, okay? You’ll regret it.”

“What are you even saying right now?”

“I’m saying, she’s special, Mack. So don’t fuck it up.”

First, the billionaires, and now, my sister? What’s with all these people getting so bent out of shape over me and Katy?

“Jeez, Liz. How much alcohol did you drink tonight?”

She scoffs. “Whatever. Don’t listen to me. But you’re going to regret it when you let her get away and then realize you’ve been in love with her the whole time.”

I scrub a hand down my face and exhale a deep breath. “I think you’re putting the cart before the horse here, sis.”

She pokes me in the chest. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” She pinches my cheeks again. “Love you, baby bro. Thanks for watching Gracie.”

Before I can even respond, she’s offering a wave goodbye over her shoulder and scooting out my door at lightning speed.

I walk back into my living room where Katy is still sound asleep on my couch, my giant sweats hanging comically off her tiny frame.

It’s so fucking sexy.

Her hair fans out across the pillow and a soft little snore escapes her lungs every other breath, so I tuck in close to press my body to hers and fall fast asleep.

And my dreams? Well, their setting looks dangerously like a wedding.

Saturday, April 9th

Katy

Dressed in only Mack’s oversized sweatshirt, I walk out of his bedroom and into the kitchen, where I find him standing behind the island, flipping pancakes in a skillet.

The sweatpants got too hot while I was sleeping, but Iwould’veput on underwear, had I given myself the option last night.

“You’re making breakfast?” I ask, and he looks up from the stove to meet my eyes.

His brilliant smile nearly knocks me on my ass. “If I’m not, this sure is an interesting way of doing something else.” I smile. “Want some pancakes?”

“My stomach is already growling at the smell of them.” I snort and hop onto one of the barstools on the opposite side of the island.

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