Amanda shared a look with Emily, then they both nodded and said, “Yes, yes they are.”
But the abs debate was tabled when their server arrived with their meals. For the next two hours, Amanda enjoyed her meal, the good company, and even a few line dances with Emily.
Olivia insisted on sitting them out.
“One of these days, we’ll get her out there,” Emily said as they walked back to the table after another dance.
Olivia stood, tossed some money on the table, and slung her purse over her shoulder.
“I’m sorry. Don’t leave,” Amanda said, setting a hand on her sister’s arm. “We won’t dance anymore.”
“Oh, it’s not that. I like seeing you two have fun.” Her sister attempted to smile, but her face was a little too pale. “But Ihave some appointments in the morning, so it’s time I called it a night.” Olivia pulled her in for a quick hug. “It’s nice to have you home.”
“Thanks,” she said, and moved so Emily could hug Olivia.
“Same time and place next month?” Emily asked, giving Olivia a quick hug.
Olivia drew back and frowned. “How about we meet at the bakery and go straight for dessert?”
Emily grinned. “Oh, I like how you think.”
“Count me in,” Amanda said.
“Good. It’s a date,” her sister said, then turned and scurried through the crowd and out the door.
“Okay, so that wasn’t weird or anything,” Emily said, retaking her seat.
She frowned. “I know. Seemed like she was in a hurry all of a sudden. Did it seem that way to you?”
Emily shrugged. “She always did dance to her own tune.”
Nodding, Amanda sighed. “True.” But she couldn’t help but feel something had happened while they were on the dance floor.
“So, who gets her share of the sangria?” Emily asked.
Amanda’s attention shifted to the last serving in the pitcher. “That’ll be me, because you’re driving, remember?”
Emily scowled. “Bitch.”
“True.” She laughed, knowing her sister was teasing since she and Olivia had switched to drinking water an hour ago. “But you love me anyway.”
Now her sister snorted. “Like I have a choice. You’re family.”
“I know.” She laughed, adding the last of the sangria to her glass. “I feel bad for you. It means you’re stuck with me.”
Snickering, her sister cocked her head. “Means you’re stuck with me, too.”
“I guess we’re each other’s cross we must bear,” she said.
“Something like that,” Emily replied, then a smug grin stretched across her face. “So, I take it you’ll be at the sanctuary tomorrow to help out.”
“Yep.”
“And to see the two new favorite guys in your life?” her sister added.
“Yep,” she replied again, and just thinking about spending the day with them sent a rush of warmth through her chest.
“Thought so,” Emily said, then her gaze turned serious. “And it really is great to have you back home.”
