He laughed and squeezed my shoulder, but his eyes flicked to a leather folder he’d set on the dresser. His fingers tapped on it twice before he tucked it under his arm again.
A look passed between them.
« What’s in the folder? »
« Nothing, love. Boring paperwork from the venue. »
Peter knocked on the doorframe behind him, beaming, all big-brother energy in his charcoal tux.
« There’s my baby sister. You ready to do this thing? »
« I’m ready. »
He stepped in and hugged me tight, and over his shoulder I watched Evan watch him. A look passed between them, quick, almost playful, like a private joke I wasn’t in on.
He kissed my cheek and offered his arm, and I took it.
« What? »
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