Page 47 of V is for Valentine
“Two baseball analogies in a row,” Tess said to Stevie in a serious tone.
“I’m going to hurt you both.”
Stevie laughed then reached out to pat her arm. “In case you never noticed, Danny is kind of a catch.”
“I don’t want to catch him,” Felicity said in a horrified voice.
“No reeling him into the boat?” Tess asked, bringing up the analogy Felicity had made concerning her and Jason Regan.
“No. This is not that kind of thing. Not at all.”
“Then why,” Stevie asked in a reasonable voice, “are you reacting as if it is?”
Felicity blinked at her. “Good question.”
Which she was not about to answer, because that would involve explaining about Sean, and all the things she hadn’t fessed up to before, which in turn made her feel shifty. It was her life, she owed no one explanations, but this was the only big secret she’d ever kept, and it still didn’t sit right.
“Processing, processing,” Stevie murmured.
Felicity gave her sisters a dark look. “I am processing, and I’m not soliciting answers.”
“Wouldn’t dream of offering any unsolicited answers,” Tess said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “But if you ever need to talk—”
“I know where both of you are. Thank you.”
Stevie propped her elbows on the table and settled her chin on her clasped hands. “You probably feel funny with us there watching the two of you.”
“A little,” Felicity agreed in a pointed voice.
“Well forget we’re there. Do what you would do if we weren’t.”
“I pretty much am already. The job site is for working.”
“Then where did you kiss?” Tess asked curiously.
“Long story,” Felicity drained her wine. Maybe she’d be better off passed out on her plate rather than being on the receiving end of a sisterly grilling. Danny didn’t want anyone to know about the warehouse and she wasn’t going to tell. As to the second kiss on the steps, the one Danny had told her to think about—which she was—that was none of their business.
Stevie looked at Tess. “I say we give her a break. She’s tired.”
“And it is none of our business,” Tess replied as if Felicity wasn’t in the room with them.
She exhaled and crossed her arms over her chest. Both sisters got to their feet and leaned down to give her a group hug.
“We’re done,” Tess said.
“For now,” Stevie added. “But we won’t let Danny know we’re onto you guys.”
“Imagine my relief,” Felicity grumbled, but she knew her sisters were as good as their word. Her only concern tomorrow would be Danny. And herself.
Tess and Stevie said good night a few minutes later, and Felicity saw them as far as the door. She wanted to go to bed in the worst way and either fall unconscious or mull over the Danny situation, but she and her dad wouldn’t have that many more evenings together, and like Danny had said, he missed her, just as she missed him. She plopped down on the sofa and settled in to watch the rest of the sports highlights with him.
“Danny’s a good guy.”
The pronouncement came out of the blue and was so unexpected that Felicity wondered if she’d heard right, especially since her dad’s gaze was still trained on the television screen. Perhaps her conversation with her sisters had been louder than she’d thought.
“How much did you overhear?” she asked.
“Didn’t hear anything.” He gave her a perplexed look. “I was just thinking that without him, I’d be paying those penalties.”
