Page 30 of Falling into Place
“Watch TV?”
“Yeah, sports, usually.”
She typed something, and Brooks made a mental note to double-check her answers before they submitted anything.
“What are three things you’re thankful for?”
That one was easy. “My sisters, my nephews, and basketball.”
Sasha sniffled and Macy put her hand to her heart.
Mark coughed.
“Oh, um.” Brooks tapped his knee with his fist. “Right, and my brother-in-law.”
“How about I just put family, friends, and basketball?” Sasha’s voice sounded a little wobbly.
“Great.”
They continued on like that for an hour, moving through several different sections of the profile. Just when they were finishing up, his phone dinged.
Carly:My mom thinks the tomatoes don’t get enough sun. She wants to know if that part of the garden gets a lot of shade.
Shit, he didn’t know. He thought he’d picked a good part of the yard, but there were several trees nearby. The thought that he’d already killed everything he’d planted was depressing, but he tried not to go there yet. He set an alert on his phone to remind him to check and made a joke to make himself feel better.
Brooks:definitely not as much as my sisters have thrown my way tonight
Carly:What’s going on?
Brooks:they came over to set up my dating profile
Carly:Both of them?
Brooks:yes
Carly:Are you okay?
Brooks:no
Brooks:save me
Carly:Why didn’t you just do it yourself?
Brooks:Sasha offered to help but now i know it was a trick
Carly:She’s sneaky. She once convinced me to go see a horror movie with her even though she knew I hated them. The title was really obscure and she convinced me it was a romance. I slept with the light on and a bat under my pillow for two weeks.
“Who are you talking to?” Macy asked.
He looked up. “What?”
“You’re smiling at your phone.”
Both his sisters were looking at him now. He attempted another SOS signal to Mark, but the bastard was still focused on his phone.
It wouldn’t be a big deal to tell them it was Carly. They knew she was his stylist and that they’d be talking and spending time together. But the way they were looking at him told him they’d readsomething into it that was all wrong, and he didn’t have it in him to deal with it.
“Just a friend. No one important.”
