Page 33 of Merry Little Sugar Rush
“Twice,” I interrupt, my foot tapping on the floor.
“Nice. Okay, so he kissed youtwice, and then what?”
“Well, nothing. I mean, after he left, we texted until after eleven something last night, and we have plans to go to the festival this weekend together.”
“Aww, that’s sweet, but there’s nothing romantic about spending the evening surrounded by sugared-up residents of the people of this town.”
“Didn’t you and John basically have a first date at the festival?”
She waves off my comment. “Totally different.”
I bark out a laugh. “Right,” I reply, not believing her for a second. “The difference is you and John were meant for each other. Burk and me, well, we’re not.”
She watches me intently before asking, “Why do you think that?”
I lift my shoulders in a shrug. “He’s leaving, Eve. He’s only here until the end of the month. I don’t exactly see how this can go anywhere, despite how amazing the kisses were.”
Eve sighs. “I see your point.” She finishes off her turnover before asking, “So what will you do?”
“I guess I’ll enjoy my time with my old friend while I can,” I reply, knowing there’s no reason to get too worked up over it. It’s not like this is a relationship.
“And enjoy more kisses,” she adds with a smirk.
“Well, duh.”
We both chuckle as she sips on her mocha.
“So what about you and John? I think Mom’s on Ring Watch.”
She rolls her eyes. “She literally checks my finger every morning when I get to work.”
I laugh harder. I can definitely see my mom giving her the ring finger check every day. “Not surprising. She’s excited for grandkids.”
Eve squirms in her seat and casts her eyes down at her drink cup.
“What?”
“What what?” she replies, delaying.
“You got all…twitchy.”
“I’m not twitchy,” she denies.
“Okay, whatever, twitcher.”
She awkwardly chuckles and shakes her head. “Okay, fine. Don’t say anything though because it’s just talk, all right?”
I nod, anxious to hear what she has to say, and sit up a little taller in my seat.
My sister leans forward and whispers, “We’re talking about kids.”
“Really? I’ll be the bestest auntie ever,” I reply eagerly, already thinking about the playdates and the ice cream and the snuggles. Not to mention the overflowing Christmas tree at the holidays.
“You will be,” she confirms with a gentle grin. “It might be sooner than expected too.”
My mouth drops open and I whisper-yell, “What?!”
She glances around. “I’m not. I mean, I don’t think I am. We talked about it a couple weeks ago, and well, we decided we wanted to try right away.”
