“Don’t go there,” he said. “The lease on your apartment is good until the end of the year. If you want to stay there, I’ll renew it. You tell me.”
“I like the area. Or at least more than New York. I don’t know if I want to go back home, you know.”
“I know one hundred percent,” he said. “I’ll support anything you do. Stephanie went back to the area because of Mom, but you don’t have to. None of you do.”
“I wish Mom would leave, but she won’t,” Stacy said. “I just hate living there. Everyone knows who I am in relation to you.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry about that,” he said.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s more frustrating than anything that people don’t leave us alone and always want to know about you.”
There wasn’t anything he could do about that.
As long as their father left them alone, that was all he cared about.
Sean Showers still lived in their hometown, but the last he knew, left the family alone.
“You could come stay with me,” he said. “If you want.”
Though he wasn’t sure if he wanted his sister around if he was trying to get to know a woman better.
Not that he’d seen Emma in a week.
He had some obligations to meet this week and she was finishing a book. He was lucky he got a text every other day from her.
At least she texted him first a few times. Or maybe it was following up on his.
Guess this went back to her and her lifestyle.
He should be happy that she wasn’t some clingy woman. But maybe he wanted that with someone too.
No, never.
He just wanted to get to know her more. Not just through her writing.
And he had to admit he’d read four of her books in the past week. One of them had a sexy cover and had his blood pumping and his dick hard as a rock, throbbing, and wanting a release in a few of her scenes.
Holy shit. Now he had to wonder if she was like that in bed.
And wasn’t that shitty of him to think that? It’s not like he wondered if she murdered like the other part of her books.
“I don’t think so,” Stacy said. “I’ll never get any studying done. I’m better off here for now. As you said, I’ve got a few months to decide on where I want to go.”
“I hear your phone breaking up. Do you have a call coming in?”
“A few texts. Some friends and I are going to dinner. Are you coming to commencement on Tuesday night?”
“You know I’ll be there,” he said. “Mom will be here in a few hours and then she and I are going together. I managed to talk her into taking the week off and coming to visit.”
“Good,” Stacy said. “Mom needs a break.”
“I tell her all the time, but she never listens. I’ll spoil her.”
Stacy laughed. “I think it’s more likely she’ll spoil you. You get lonely in that big old house by yourself. Stephanie told me how much fun you two had on draft weekend. I wish I could have been there.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “We’ve got next year.”
“We do,” Stacy said. “I’ll see you on Tuesday. I’ll find you, I promise. I’ll just look for the large crowds gathering and know everyone is flocking to you.”
