He was always so serious. I shrugged. “Because I’m a psychic.”
We joined Roman, Xerses and Adrien for outdoor drinks at what I thought of as the singles' table.
Once champagne was poured, Cyrus and Sarah stood. Cyrus announced, “We have news.”
Maman asked, “What’s going on?”
Cyrus straightened to his full height, and I knew what was coming. “Sarah is expecting,” he said.
Kir called out, “And you told Charlie first?”
Sarah shook her head. “He was at our door minutes after I told Cyrus.”
I laughed.
Kir said, “Burned again, Charlie.”
Not really, but I wasn’t a math wizard like Kir who took after our father in all things except a sense of humor.
I clasped Kir on the back. “I’m happy you’re on my side.”
We all sipped our champagne. Kir said, “Good luck learning the stock market with Pedar.”
“He’s assigned you to show me around in a few weeks,” I said and watched his eyes darken like he was either disappointed or annoyed—I couldn't tell, but annoying my brother was fun. He was hard to read sometimes, but it was easy to get under his skin.
I sat back in my chair. I had all these great people in my life, and luck always seemed to be on my side, but my job as a pilot finished next week. The truth was I needed change, but I wasn’t sure what adventure would come next.
