Owned by my boss
“No, I’ll tell him. It’ll be fine.”
“Good,” she replied. Love you, big sis.”
The call ended before I could respond. I lowered the phone, staring at it for a long moment. The faint buzz of the refrigerator filled the silence, and from upstairs, I could hear Nic’s voice—a calm murmur through the door, too low to make out the words.
Tara coming was… unexpected. Good, but complicated. She had always been the wild one—sharp-tongued, fearless, the kind of woman who would challenge Nic without thinking twice. And Nic hated being challenged.