“Oh. I guess it’s official now.”
“Yeah. I can see you’ve been crying. What’s going on?”
“Don’t let me put a damper on your—”
“You’re not. We’re sisters. That’s what I’m here for.”
I take a deep breath, feeling the sting of tears again. How sad is it that at twenty-seven, the only friend I have is my brother’s eighteen-year-old wife? Janet, the one friend I had in high school, moved away after we graduated. She came back for a while a few years ago, but after the mess she almost made of my brother’s life, I don’t talk to her anymore.
“It’s all this wedded bliss… Has me missing Eddie.”
“I’m sorry, honey.” She curls her arm around my shoulder, and I lay my head on hers. “I wish I could have met him.”
“Me, too. I wish he was still here.”
“What was he like?”
“Amazing. He was loving, kind, overprotective as hell, but he loved me.” I sigh, memories of Eddie flooding my mind.
“Was he hot?”
I giggle through my tears. “Very.”
Lifting my head, I wipe my tears. She was right; only a sister could make me smile at a time like this.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Maybe Dr. E can help out with the loneliness. How are things going with him, by the way?”
“They’re not,” I reply.
“How come?”
“He says he just sees me as Gage’s little sister.”
“Well, what have you done to change that view?”
I lift a shoulder in a shrug. “What did you do with Gage?”
“Nothing, really. Most of the time I was telling him to leave me alone.”
“Hard to get?”
“No. I wanted him to. At least that’s what I thought. His kisses kinda made it hard to think.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I know. Sorry. Maybe just hang out with him a bit. That’s what Gage and I did. And made out like crazy.”
“Hang out? That’s your great advice?” I raise a skeptical brow.
“It’s better than doing nothing.”
“True.” I chew on my lip, contemplating her words.
“Get to know him on a personal level. Maybe then he’ll look at you differently. If that doesn’t work, flash him a boob or something.”
I laugh, shaking my head.