Damn, she was good. “That’s not any of your business.”
“Let’s see… Extra defensive, nervous… it must’ve been recent. Very recent.”
“I hate how you do that.” She was the same exact way with my ex. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Bridget was a fortune teller. Maybe Cassidy should’ve talked to her.
“I can’t believe you kept this from me,” she whined.
“I’m sorry, I just—”
“No, I mean I can’t believe it. You suck at keeping secrets.
You remember that one time we went out to get Dad a gift?
His birthday wasn’t for another three weeks and you almost burst at the seams just so you could tell him once we got home. So how did you manage this? You must’ve done something. Oh, were you sworn to secrecy? Maybe you had to sign one of those non-disclosure agreements.”
“No, and I don’t honestly think that’s how it works,” I said with a laugh, walking into the living room so I could sit down.
“I don’t know. I just saw how much she tried to hide herself that I didn’t risk saying much of anything at all.”
“Because you like her.”
There was no point denying it. My sister knew me better than I did most of the time. “I really do.”
“Have you told her?”
What kind of question was that? “She knows.”
Bridget blew out a frustrated breath. “Evie…” I could almost imagine her rubbing her forehead. “Just because a woman knows you like her, that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t like to hear it. Ask me how I know.”
She did have the better track record when it came to dating.
Sure, her relationships may have been shorter than mine, but she definitely had the experience.
“How do you even tell someone that?” I was so used to showing my affection and only getting to the I love you stage after my date did. “Besides, she’ll be going on tour soon, and
—”
“Long distance relationships are a thing,” my sister cut in.
“You need to tell her, Evie. Sooner rather than later.”
“But we only just—”
“Don’t care. If you were willing to keep her a secret from me, then I know you like her. You like-like her.” She laughed.
“You can’t see me, but I’m winking.”
“I figured,” I said, smiling as I did. “I’ll tell her the next time I see her.” It probably wouldn’t be tomorrow. Once her manager got wind of this, he’d probably lock her inside that tour bus of theirs.
“Be sure that you do. Stuff like this doesn’t come around that often, especially for you.” There was the sister I knew and loved.
“Ha ha, very funny.”
“I’m serious. Don’t let her go halfway across the country without telling her first. A girl can get lonely on tour. So—”
“La-la-la. I’m not listening.” I pretended to cover my ears.
“I’m just saying, if she has someone waiting for her back home, it’ll give her something to look forward to once she gets back. That’s all.”