Page 102 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“What are you making?” she asks, squinting at the screen.
“Penne with that tomato sauce mom taught us both to make.”
“Oh, yummy. Where’s the monster?”
“With her dad.” I blow out a breath, ruffling my hair around my face. “She has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow and he’s taking her, so we decided it made the most sense for him to pick her up today instead of tomorrow.”
“That does make sense.” Willa pulls her hair to the side, her ring flashing in the light.
I wonder if I’d never ended things with Spencer if we’d be married by now. Who knows, maybe we’d even have another kid. I don’t know why I’m even allowing my thoughts to stray this way. It’s not worth dwelling on the past.
“Is Jameson not there?”
I shake my head. “He’s working late tonight. He’ll be here later.”
She arches a brow. “Do you even know what to do by yourself?”
“No,” I laugh. “It’s too quiet and Roe’s stuff is everywhere so it feels like she’s still here.” I make a mental note to pick up her stuff after I eat dinner.
“Please, don’t hate me for saying this, but you seem sad.”
Leave it to my sister to see right through me.
The kiss with Spencer in his outdoor shower floods my memory.
“I’m just really confused right now and it’s stressing me out,” I reply.
She frowns, worry filling her eyes. “Talk to me, Low. You know I’m always here for you.”
I know that and I also know my sister would never judge me.
“Are you alone?” I ask. I don’t want Jasper overhearing. I’m already judging myself enough. I don’t need my future brother-in-law to know what I’ve done too.
“Jasper’s out picking up dinner. It’s just me,” she confirms.
“I kissed Spencer,” I blurt. “Or he kissed me.” I shake my head. “I don’t know who kissed who first.”
Her mouth pops open and for a moment I think the screen has frozen, but then she shouts, “What?”
“I know.” I cover my face. “What was I thinking?”
“When?” She gasps the word.
I peek through my fingers. “The day we went bodyboarding with Monroe.”
“I need details.” She bangs her fist against her desk. “Spill. Did Roe see?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Thank God she didn’t, or the whole world would know. But we were rinsing off in the outdoor shower and?—”
“Together?”
“Together,” I confirm. “And it just happened.”
Sobering, she asks, “Have you told Jameson?”
My shoulders droop and she knows the answer before I squeak out, “No.”
“Harlow,” she gasps. “You have to tell him!”
