When I was younger, I wished my two older sisters were two older brothers. Brothers didn’t stick their noses in your business, or act like they knew so much by virtue of the fact that they were a few years older.Okay, I was seven years younger than Dani, and nine years younger than Mari. Growing up, I’d seen them both as adversaries and the two people I wanted to impress. Which was why I put frogs in their beds or dyed their hair blue (makes sense, right?).“Are you excited to start grad school?” said Mari serenely, her milky white hands resting on her burgeoning baby belly as we waited for our brunch entrees to arrive.Mari was glowing, and it was almost to the point of being nauseating. Dani sat next to her, checking her phone, dirt under her fingernails. Mari had recently begun working as a freelance makeup artist and YouTuber, while Dani ran my family’s flower shop, Buds and Blossoms, with her fiancé, Jacob.My stomach roiled. Apparently Mari was literally nauseating, because
When my mobile went off for the third time in five minutes, I growled and almost tossed the stupid thing into the rubbish bin. Normally I put my mobile on silent when I was working in the lab, but I’d been too wrapped up in my work that I’d forgotten.You’d think after my engagement had ended two years ago because I’d been too obsessed with my work that I would’ve learned my lesson. The day Sophie had tossed my ring into my face, she’d said, with little emotion in her expression, You’ll never love me as much as you love your work. I don’t think you can love any woman. I’m not going to compete with your work anymore.I hadn’t learned my lesson, though. I’d thrown myself into my work to the point that I hadn’t so much as looked at a woman for two years—until Liam’s wedding when I’d met Kate.But Kate had nothing to do with love. It had been pure lust, an itch that had suddenly needed scratching. I’d always prided myself on my self-control. I’d never let myself be led around by my cock
It took all of three days before Naoko sensed something was up with me.“You’re drinking tea,” she said accusingly early on a Wednesday morning. “You hate tea.”I sipped my caffeine-free Earl Grey tea and cried inwardly. Taking a sip and trying not to cringe, I replied, “I don’t hate tea.”“I distinctly remember us getting boba tea that one time and you almost burst into tears.” Naoko sat down next to me and crossed her legs, giving me her I’m onto you look that she was so good at. “Then you threw the tapioca balls at me after we’d left.”My cup of tea had already turned lukewarm, and I set it down on a nearby table with a sigh. I’d been avoiding coffee because, according to Doctor Internet, caffeine would turn this fetus into a tentacled monster. Even though I wasn’t particularly attached to the fetus, I didn’t want to screw it over so early.“I’m trying to cut back on caffeine,” I said.“There’s caffeine in tea, you know.”I glowered at my roommate. “You know what? You can lea
Three months earlierI’m sure you’re wondering: how did this fling happen in the first place?Well, in June I was attending my sister Mari’s wedding in Ireland. I’d never been there (no one in my family had, actually), and I’d been especially excited to meet some hot Irishmen. My soon-to-be brother-in-law, Liam, had an accent that could set a woman’s panties on fire. Not that I was lusting after my sister’s fiancé. Just someone with a voice and accent like his.I never claimed I wasn’t shallow, okay?My family arrived in Dublin a week before the wedding, mostly to help Mari prepare and to play tourist. I’d gotten bored hanging around my parents, I’ll admit, mostly because my dad wanted to go to all the gardens and talk plants while my mom wanted to go to any place where you could find faeries. Me, being a scientist, could only take my mom’s talking about the alignment of the planets and the fae folk emerging during the full moon or whatever for so long without losing my patience.
Still three months earlierWhen I’d first seen Kate in that pub three months ago, I hadn’t intended on approaching her. Liam had recently got in touch with me to ask me to attend his wedding, and I’d been a bit overwhelmed with seeing family I’d not been around since we’d been kids.Liam and I hadn’t seen each other since he’d been a short, skinny kid, while his sister had just been a baby. Now his sister was in college, a young woman, while Liam was marrying a gorgeous, intelligent woman. Lucky bastard.That evening, I’d sat down at my usual table, nursing a beer, when I’d seen Kate enter the pub. I’d met Liam and Mari earlier that day, but I’d yet to meet the rest of the wedding party. It hadn’t occurred to me that Kate was Mari’s sister when I’d seen her. She didn’t look much like her: where Mari was red-haired and tall, but Kate was dark-haired and average height.Kate came inside the pub, laughing at something on her phone, her hair in a braided bun on top of her head. S
Present dayAfter Kate—no, Ms. Wright, I had to remember that—left, I sat staring at my cold tea in utter consternation.She’d got one over me. I had to admit that one. I’d thrown down the gauntlet. She’d taken it up and had promptly shoved it up my arse. So much for getting control of the situation.I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache forming. Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but be impressed. I’d seen flashes of this Kate when we’d hooked up in Ireland, but apparently when she got her back up she was ruthless.And fuck me if that wasn’t sexy.My cock hardened—all right, it was already hard from our conversation. Memories flooded my mind. I’d tried so hard to tell myself that our fling had been nothing. It had been fun, but it hadn’t affected me—or so I’d told myself.Except this girl had haunted my dreams for months now. It was as if she’d infected me with a virus. She was the emotional equivalent of herpes. You could deal with symptoms, but it’d never go away.One t
I stared at my sad glass of water and scowled. “Why did I agree to go to a bar with you tonight? When I can’t even drink?”“Because if I had to listen to you crying at some Hallmark romcom for the thousandth time, I was going to lose it.” Naoko, dressed in a short blue romper with her hair in twin buns, kept catching looks from most of the men at the bar. But Naoko being Naoko, she didn’t even notice the stares. It’d be annoying if she weren’t so charming.“I wasn’t crying,” I shot back. “Well, except for that one about the dog. Naoko, the dog ran away and they couldn’t find it.” Tears pooled in my eyes. Damn hormones. “And then the little boy found him because he knew the dog would always come if he heard his voice—”“Oh my God, stop. Please don’t start crying in the middle of the bar.” Despite her words, Naoko squeezed my hand. “Even though you can’t get wasted, we’re still having fun. And then we’re going to play some video games. I heard they just got in a new Pac-Man game and I
I stared at the cold, white tile of the hospital, waiting for news about Kate. When she’d collapsed into my arms, her face as white as a ghost, fear like none other had gripped me. I’d laid her down on the sticky floor of the bar, yelling something about calling for an ambulance. My brain couldn’t come up with the emergency number for here in the States; the only numbers I could think of were 999 or 112, both Irish numbers.A few seconds later, Kate had opened her eyes, only to vomit profusely. I’d helped her sit up so she didn’t aspirate, something a buddy of mine in college had done when he’d got so rat-arsed that he’d inhaled his own vomit and had got pneumonia as a result.I tapped my foot on the hospital floor, rubbing my hands together. Kate’s two friends, one of whom had found us and had dialed for an ambulance, sat across from me. If they were confused as to why Kate’s advisor was waiting around for her in the hospital they could stay confused. I wasn’t about to go home