She grinned. “Nosy big sister here.”
“No. Not you.”
She punched me lightly on the arm. “Tell me.”
“Well, he’s a mixologist who loves to swim. Enjoys listening to jazz, particularly Ornette Coleman.”
“Jazz. Nice.”
“Yeah. And he salivates over these strawberry fondant things. They’re disgusting but he goes wild for them. I should go pick up some bags for him.”
My sister shook her head. “Can’t leave the tower right now, remember?”
“Shit. Yeah. Later, then.”
“What else?” She sipped her drink, waiting for more.
I spoke about Finn, how Luke kept his room at the lighthouse impeccable, waiting for his return. How he watched the movieTitanicall the time because of Finn’s obsession with the ill-fated liner.
“His determination is amazing,” I added. “Shame he keeps getting tripped up by bullshit.”
She drank more cherryade, her forehead creasing. “Who do you think this Ember is? It’s odd, right? And why would the king be involved with her.Ifhe is.”
“All I know is she’s not getting her hands on Luke.”
“Crazy world.”
“For sure.” I sipped my tea. “What have you been up to?”
She flicked her hair. “Chilling. Flirting with Daniel.”
“The weaver guy from Forest Province?”
“The one and only. Hot as fuck.” She bit her bottom lip.
True that. “Have you banged him yet?”
“Almost. When I go home, it’ll happen. Mark my words.”
They were a good match. Daniel was a real sweetheart, one of those green flag guys. “Happy for you. Sorry you got dragged over here.”
“I’d rather be here with you. Especially given the circumstances.”
A glow in my inside reminded me of my dad’s lobster soup fresh from the pot, a warm blessing for the stomach.
“Glad to have you here, sis.”
“You’re cute, Cookie.”
I dusted my right shoulder. “I know.”
She cocked a brow. “With a massive head.”
“The nerve.”
“So…” She wriggled her eyebrows. “Have you gone there with Luke?”
“Yeah.” I sipped my tea, looking away at the same time.