Page 50 of The Yips

Me: I have two minutes to fill you in on a LOT.

Kylie: How big was he?

Me: Not saying a word, Ky.

Kylie: So, it’s either huge or tiny.

Me: Stop! I don’t have time to talk about Sam’s cock.

Kylie: No fun.

Me: Hold on.

I took a photo of the view from Sam’s patio and followed with a selfie of Crew and me with the skyline inthe background. She would never believe me unless I sent her visual evidence.

Kylie: Holy shit.

Me: Yeah.

Sam had returned and took Crew back from me. He settled on the ground with him and a blanket with a few of his toys.

“Who is that?” Sam asked, noticing my thumbs moving rapidly as I texted my sister.

“It’s Kylie. She’s trying to snoop and get all the details, and I’m trying to have a serious conversation with her.”

“Why don’t you invite her over for dinner?”

“Is there anything to cook? What would you like for dinner.”

“We don’t need to cook. We can order delivery or I can go get some takeout. That way, you two can relax.”

“Okay, but when she gets here, you need to be prepared to give her a tour and for her to ask more than a few inappropriate questions.”

“What direction will the inappropriate questions take? Like private, personal questions? Or things that are public record related to the townhouse?”

“She won’t ask what you paid for this place, but only because she’ll look it up once I send her the address.”

“Kelsey, I want to know your family and realize I dropped a lot on you today. Your sister should be a sounding board for you. I have no reason for you to trust me over her yet. So if you trust her, I have nothing to hide from her.”

“Okay, I’m inviting her, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

A few hours later, Kylie knocked on the front door. Samhad gone to pick up some prepared food from one of the local delis and a couple of bottles of wine, but he was still gone when Kylie arrived.

She pulled Crew from my arms, showering him with kisses as he giggled back at her. “Holy fuck, Kelsey. This place is insane. Show me everything before Sam gets back. Give me the real tour.”

“He’ll be back shortly; I’d rather wait for him to show you around. But you can follow me to the laundry room so I can change a load of clothes. I’ll even let you help me fold.”

Her brows arched, “You’re doing laundry here?”

“Yeah, I stayed here last night, and I’m staying again tonight. He asked me to take a leave of absence until the end of the season. And I would travel with him, pretend to be a lucky charm, and work on building a non-profit.”

“Woah, the non-profit? And what? You’ll just put your life on hold to follow him and be his good luck charm?” Kylie’s disbelief did nothing to quell my nerves.

Kylie followed me upstairs to the small laundry room off the master bedroom and watched me switch a large load from the washing machine to the dryer. “Avery texted me earlier today. She is close to scheduling a meeting with the team’s charitable foundation. As scary as it sounds to quit or take a leave, I can make this happen.”

Kylie started to fold some of Crew’s clothes one-handed and continued to hold Crew while we chatted. “Okay, what’s at risk here?”

“From an emotional standpoint? Everything. Financially? Do I know him well enough to rely on him?”

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