Page 47 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

I don’t blame either of you. I wouldn’t either.Sienna ran a hand through her hair.Now or never. She slipped her phone into her purse and grabbed a jacket. Even over the clanking of her heels against the hallway’s wood floor, she could hear Grace and Henry in the kitchen.

“I bet he’s bringing flowers.Anda limo.”

“Five bucks says flowers but no limo. Definitely no chocolates, but I’ll bet candlelight dinner.” Henry paused. “If he has game, a string quartet.”

“Ten bucks saysbothof you watch too many Lifetime movies.” Sienna glared at Henry. “Don’t let the Lasagna burn,” she said, pouring herself a glass of water.

Henry playfully threw the box at his sister. “Don’t act like you actually made it and there isn’t another in the freezer.”

Grace picked the box up from the floor and scrunched her face. “It’sspinach.” She dropped the box into the recycling bin and looked at Henry. “When they leave, let’s order a pizza.”

“And wings,” Henry added.

Sienna was about to tell both of them off when the doorbell rang, and Grace bolted from the kitchen.

“I’ll get it!” she yelled before returning to whisper, “make him wait. Guys like that.”

Henry shook his head in objection. “No, no, we don’t.”

Grace rolled her eyes and left the room. Sienna looked down at her empty glass and sighed before opening the cabinet and pouring herself a shot of whiskey.

“Oh, come on.” Henry rose from his chair, taking the glass from Sienna. “You can’t get drunknow. What if he shows up with a horse-drawn carriage and you puke on the way to his castle? But for real. You told me you were having dinner with a friend.”

“It is dinner with a friend.”

“I’m your brother but I’m saying this as a guy.” Henry pointed at his sister. “This dress is not the kind you wear for drinks with a friend, let alone Beau Walker.”

Sienna placed her hands on her hips. “Okay, I’ll go put on my overalls then,” she huffed. “And you know his name is Beau. Why do we have to refer to famous people by their full names?” Sienna rolled her eyes. “He’s just in town for a few days.”I think. “We’re catching up.”

“And then where is he going? Mars?”

She snatched the glass from Henry. “Can you check on your niece and make sure she isn’t bombardingBeau Walker?” Tipping the whiskey into her mouth, Sienna put the glass in the sink and then reached for her purse, popping a few mints into her mouth to mask the liquid courage she wished she hadn’t needed.

It’s only dinner, she reminded herself before sighing,with a side of sweaty palms and a knotted stomach.

Sienna slipped on her coat, walking to the front door. She bit her lip at Beau in his sleek dark-gray suit and crisp white shirt with an open collar, knowing dinner would also come with a side of heart palpitations.

His dark-brown eyes gripped hers, so strongly, Sienna squirmed in her heels and nearly tripped.

“Where are the flowers?” Grace asked.

Beau fought to look away from Sienna. “I... ”

Grace placed her hands on her hips. “The flowers?”

“Grace, knock it off,” Sienna seethed under her breath. “Dinner, homework, bed.”

“You set?” Beau asked, and when Sienna nodded, he motioned his head.

“Have her back by curfew, Walker,” Henry teased.

Grace snickered beside her uncle. “Yeah! Or you’ll sprint!”

“I’m sorry.” Sienna offered Beau an apologetic smile as they made their way down the steps. “I hope she didn’t give you a hard time.” She tried not to lose her balance when Beau placed his hand on her lower back, sending tingles along her spine.

“She could’ve gone harder on me, considering what you’re wearing. I wouldn’t have minded.” Beau’s eyes darkened. “Not at all.”

Sienna bit her lip.

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