Page 38 of Pride & Precedents

She raises an eyebrow in question.

"My boss? You met him at The Commodore a while ago?"

The grin she gives me is so big and knowing my cheeks flush scarlet.

"Oh really?!! And you seriously weren't going to tell me this?"

I shrug, suddenly finding the drink menu fascinating.

"Wow. I'm hurt, sis. So what are we talking? Over the clothes?Underthe clothes? Under thesheets?"

She waggles her eyebrows suggestively and I can't help but giggle.

"Stop! I'm not telling you that!"

"Either you tell me now, or I stand up and sing a rendition of 'Uptown Funk' for the whole restaurant. You know I'll do it."

When I hesitate, she starts to scoot her chair out and I panic.

"OK! OK! Stop!"

She folds her arms but doesn't scoot her chair back in, letting me know she's not bluffing.Fuck.

"Ugh, fine! It was just a little…hand stuff."

"Hand stuff, huh?" She scoots back in and takes another sip of her drink.

"Over or under the clothes?"

I slouch further down into my chair, trying to become invisible. It feels like everyone is listening in to our conversation.

"Under."

"Ooh!" Her eyes light up like when I used to surprise her with a trip to Sephora on break from school.God, this is mortifying. I've got to get some female friends.

"That sounds hot. Was it hot?"

There's no point in lying now.

"It was beyond hot."

She chuckles, and the waitress clears our plates. Rory puts her chin back in her hands and stares at me with mischief in her eyes.

"So, my big sis finally got some action. Thank God, because I was starting to worry."

"Lack of dick never killed anyone, Rory," I roll my eyes. "Why would you worry about me?" Now it's her turn to shrug.

"Ever since…well…you know. Ever since then, you've been great at taking care of Gabe and I, but not so great at taking care of yourself. First you started dressing like a nun, and then lately, you startedactinglike one. All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl, Camila."

For a moment, I'm too stunned to speak. Rory was really worried about me?

"Wow. I thought I had my shit together, and now my little sister thinks I'm about to pull a Jack Torrance."

She grabs my hand across the table and squeezes.

"Youhaveyour shit together. You have a great job, a great apartment, and you're about to become a lawyer so we can take Hollywood by storm." Her face turns serious. "But you haven't been having any fun." She smiles again, warmer this time. "From the look of it, you're having fun now. That's all I'm saying."

I squeeze her hand back and chug my drink, slamming the empty glass down on the table.

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