Page 50 of Fixing to Be Mine

“Options are important.” She winks, then props a hand on her hip. “I’m waiting for my thank-you.”

“Thank you,” I tell her. “Thanks for saving the day.”

“Where is she?” Kinsley glances past me.

“In the shower,” I explain.

Kinsley raises her eyebrows. “And you’re standing here, talking to me, instead of joining her?”

“Jesus, Kins.”

“What?” she says, laughing. “I’m just saying, if someone I was mutually attracted to was showering under my roof, I wouldn’t be standing around, talking to you.”

“It’s not …” I pause because I don’t know how to finish that sentence anymore. “It’s not like that.”

Kinsley narrows her eyes like she’s reading the truth straight off my face. “You’re adorable and in denial.”

“I’m not. Want to come in?” I ask.

“Thought you’d never ask.” My sister steps inside, amazed. She doesn’t stop smiling as she enters the living room. “I pulled your tarot last night.”

“I said I didn’t want to know,” I groan, hoping Sunny can’t hear this ridiculous conversation.

“Come on. Don’t be a sourpuss. Appease me.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Fine.”

She steps in front of me, glowing. “The Tower. Total upheaval. You built your whole life one way, and then something—or someone—knocks it flat. Present card? The Moon. Confusion, hidden feelings, resisting what’s obvious. Basically, you’re lying to yourself, and it’s not even subtle.” She holds out her hand like this is case in point. “And your future position?” She pauses dramatically. “The Ace of Cups. A new emotional beginning. Big, romantic energy. Likelife-altering lovekind of stuff.”

She grabs my arms and shakes me with excitement. “I’m so happy for you right now! Ahh!”

“None of that means anything. You know that, right?” I lift my brow.

She pokes her finger into my chest. “You’ll eat those words, little brother. The cards don’t lie.”

The water turns off, and Kinsley waggles her brows at me.

“Thanks for the clothes.”

“Anytime,” she says over her shoulder. “Tell Sunny the sparkly boots are from Summer. She said no girlfriend of yours is showing up to the rodeo in ballerina flats.

“You’ve done a damn good job in here. Can’t wait to see it finished.”

“Me too. Thanks, sis,” I say, and she gives me a hug before pulling away.

I walk her out, standing on the porch as she moves to her truck. “Now, how about you marry her? Give me some nieces and nephews?”

“Maybe I will,” I say under my breath as my sister drives off.

She gives me two quick honks, and then she’s out of sight.

As soon as I return inside, the bathroom door creaks open, and Sunny steps into the hallway.

A fluffy towel is wrapped around her body, and another one is twisted on her head. She’s barefoot, glowing, and not aware she’s about to ruin me. Or maybe she is.

Her eyes land on the bag in my hand.

“Did she deliver a closet?” she asks, like this is the most normal interaction we’ve ever had.

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