“Stop, sis. It’s fine.”
It’s not fine, but I’m just busy enough to put it out of my mind. I’m thrilled that my sister is happy and marrying a man she wants to spend her life with. And I won’t let my own failed marriage and how hurt I still am about that whole mistake get in the way of celebrating with her. She deserves happiness and fun, not her older sister bringing her down.
“If you say so,” she huffs out, clearly not buying what I’m selling.
As I stand up, I make a mental note to bring my house-selling skills to my conversation skills with my sister. “Seriously. Saturday will be great. I promise.”
She’s silent for a moment. Then she says, “Okay. Yay! I can’t wait!”
I release a breath and blink slowly. Whew. Bullet dodged. For now, anyway.
“All right. I’ll call you if I have any questions, okay?” I ask, my hand on the handle of my front door.
“Okay! Love you!”
“Love you too.” I hang up as I step out into the early afternoon sunshine. Then I pull the music app up on my phone and hit play on my running playlist.
And I do my best to focus on a successful running session. Not on divorce, bachelorette parties I have no interest in, or hot, sweaty sex with the hot, sexy deliveryman.
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About the Author
Kyle Autumn is the author of sexy contemporary romances that will melt your heart and your panties. She also writes erotic short stories series that will likely melt your panties more than your heart. She loves chocolate and pajamas. Can't be bothered to brush her hair most days. Can always be bothered to write her pants--er, pajama bottoms--off.