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“Seriously? You’ve been here for weeks!” Wow, as she said it aloud she was shocked that Colin had stuck it out as long as he had.
“Kidding. It’s Coastal Café,” he said, heading toward the guestroom. He paused at the entry to the hallway. “Is that on Lighthouse or Coral?”
Teagan grabbed a throw pillow and made it earn its name. Frank ducked and it hit the wall. After he was gone, Teagan picked up the pillow, wondering if righting her wrongs with Colin would be as easy as a conversation.
It didn’t matter. She was going to do whatever it took.
She set the pillow on the couch just as someone started to slow clap. She turned around to see Harley standing in the entry to the kitchen.
“Impressive,” Harley said. “I’m inspired.”
Chapter 28
If you don’t annoy your big sister for no good
reason from time to time, she thinks you don’t
love her anymore.
—Pearl Cleage
“You’re inspired to kill Frank?” Teagan laughed and walked into the kitchen. On the counter sat a bottle of chilled champagne and two mason jars. “What’s this?”
“A celebration.”
“What are we celebrating?” she asked. “Me being a complete idiot and ruining everything with a pretty amazing guy?”
“Been there, know where you’re going with this,” Harley said.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about celebrating your divorce, for one.” Harley poured a glass of champagne and handed it to Teagan. “Love.” She poured herself a glass and held it up in toast. “And reclaiming lost parts.”
Since that was something Teagan could get behind, she tinked jars.
“Where did you get this?”
“The store. I went when you were tucking in the girls.”
Teagan hopped up on the island counter in an all-in, rules-be-damned, crisscross position, then patted the tile right next to her.
“This must be a new part, because even Tiny Teagan didn’t break house rules.”
“I guess I found some new parts along the way too.”
Harley hopped up, and when they were facing each other she said, “So have I.” Harley looked Teagan in the eye. “I heard what you were saying about needing space for you and the girls and I get it. Which is why”—she picked up the bottle—“I’m moving out.” She took a big gulp straight from the bottle.
Teagan was doing some gulping of her own—on air.
“Where?” Teagan said as Harley offered her the bottle. “Why?”
“Hello? You’ve had one visitor too many for weeks. Since you sent Frank packing, I figured it was a good time for me to rehome my macramé hammock.”
“I hate that thing.” Teagan leaned close. “But I love you, and you’re not a visitor. You’re my sister.”
“Exactly.” She took another gulp. “You’re my sister, not my mother. Say it with me. S. I. S. T. E. R. So we both need to start acting like it.”
“But this is your house too.”
