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“Renting a storage unit is a fraction of the cost of an apartment in PC. Especially since you’ll be traveling.”
Harley studied her cautiously for a long minute. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, but I can tell I’m going to have to earn your trust,” Teagan said, and Harley smiled at her own words.
“Are you saying I have to pay for the storage unit?”
“S. I. S. T. E. R. Remember?” Teagan took a sip, then held up the bottle. “Plus, families stick together. Ohana.”
“Drink on it.” Harley held up the bottle. “Raise your glass if you are wrong.”
“In all the right ways,” Teagan added.
Together they sang the chorus—off-off-key. When they were giggling so hard the words were inaudible and the bottle was empty, Harley took Teagan’s hand in the way only sisters hold hands and said, “Can I keep the swing down here?”
Teagan shoved her. “Don’t push it.”
“Okay, then let’s talk about what went on with the sexy doctor next door.”
And that’s when the tears she’d been holding back spilled over. “I screwed up, Har. I screwed up so bad, and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Lies. My older sister can do anything she sets her mind to. She once told me, ‘In the times you feel like you’re drowning, always remember, you are braver than you believe. Stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.’”
Teagan rolled her eyes. “Christopher Robin said that.”
“Actually, my sister—the smart one with the occasional stick up her ass—said the first half, and everyone knows you need two halves to make a whole.”
“Like us?” Teagan asked.
“Like us.” This time when they hugged neither of them let go for a long, long while.
“Now, where are the spare binders and color-coded tabs? We need to get organized.”
And as she sat there crying over an empty bottle of champagne, formulating her next steps, Teagan remembered what it felt like to have a sister.
It felt like finding a best friend all over again.
Chapter 29
I want to be the reason you look down at
your phone and smile, then walk into a pole.
—Unknown
It was past seven in the morning when Teagan finally dragged herself into the kitchen, her eyes red and her heart raw, every cell aching from what felt like an endless night of crying.
Harley had stuck by her side through the worst of it, even crawling into bed with her the way they used to when they were kids. Teagan fluctuated between hope that Colin would forgive her and panic that he wouldn’t.
She’d managed to shed her shirt—one of Colin’s that she’d stolen last week—put on a sundress, and cover up some of the shadows under her eyes, but the grief she saw staring back at her was gutting. It took everything she had not to crawl back into bed.
With all she needed to do to prepare for her appointment with Jack, hiding in her house for a week and crying into a gallon of ice cream wasn’t an option. Neither was not letting Colin know exactly how important he was to her. He owned her heart.
She and Harley had come up with a solid plan to settle up with Jack. It was the plan to win back Colin that had her heart pounding. God, she’d been so stupid. She was so busy trying to avoid another heartbreak, she’d betrayed Colin’s trust in the same way Frank had shattered hers, letting her financial mistake ruin his dream.
She’d called Jack first thing, asking him to meet her at the shop. He’d sounded a little amused, which made her even more nervous. She was confident in her solution, but she’d clearly screwed up everything so far.
Like Colin. God, thinking about the look on his face last night made her want to cry all over again. But if she had any chance of winning back his trust, she first needed to make things right.
