Page 47 of Everything Has Changed
She shrugs, tipping her wineglass to her lips. “My talent. My creativity. My luck, because that’s unfortunately the biggest reason I am in my position.”
I wrap my blanket around my legs and snuggle down, knowing this is going to be one of those nights. This isn’t the first time we have had this conversation and probably won’t be the last.
“Kennedy, you and I both know it was all you that got you to where you are. And I promise you haven’t used up your talent or creativity.”
“Then why can’t I finish a chapter?”
“Maybe you just need a little break?”
“It’s been months, Gwen. I haven’t written anything of substance sinceCatching Feelingsreleased.”
I smile at the reminder of her sports romance series about a baseball team falling in love one after the other with the girls of their dreams. It was a favorite of mine, and not just because I know the main character in book two was inspired by me. I owe her all the coffee for the rest of her life for giving me my own little rom-com fantasy to read about. I mean, who doesn’t want to be fictionally swept off their feet by the bad boy of the MLB?
“Wait,” the smile falls from my face. “Ken, that was in May.”
“Yup,” she pops the p.
My mouth drops in shock. “Is this the longest you’ve gone since–-”
“Since my own heart was absolutely ripped to shreds in college?” She swirls her wineglass; her eyes locked on the liquid before tipping it back and downing the remnants in one gulp. “You’ve got it.”
I watch without judgement as she pours another healthy glass. I follow suit, emptying my own in one swig, then replenishing the wine with a heavy hand in solidarity.
“Did something happen?”
The twitch in her brow and the guilty look that glosses over her green eyes tell me I’m probably not going to like her answer. I wait silently to see if she wants to tell me what it was.
As if the truth is easier to admit when she’s not looking directly at me, she looks at something other than her phone screen. With a deep breath, she rushes out a bunch of words I can’t decipher.
I furrow my brow. “You know I didn’t catch that, right?”
She sends a heatless glare in my direction, takes one more breath, and repeats herself.
“I slept with Matt.”
I blink slowly at my sister, thinking for sure she’s going to jump out and yell that she’s playing a very not-funny prank right now. When she doesn’t say anything, just stares at me with that guilty look on her face, I realize she’s dead serious.
“How does that even happen? You’re in New York. He’s here. Unless you came home and didn’t tell me.” I point at the screen. “Which I’ll be way more upset about, if I’m being honest.”
She nibbles on her lower lip. “Remember when I was down there for my book tour?”
I nod, the memory unfolding for me. “How? You were here for one night, and I was with you!”
She shakes her head. “I stayed one more night.”
“I have so many questions.”
Kennedy covers her face with her hands and groans. “No more questions. It took a lot to admit this to you.”
“Okay fine, just one.”
She drops her hands and looks to the ceiling, probably trying to determine what I could possibly want to ask.
“How was it?”
My sister throws her head back and laughs. “I thought for sure you wanted to know who caved first instead.”
“Oh, I definitely do, but I’m sure you’ll give me all the details, eventually.”
