Coming Home(117)

The only people who had keys to her apartment were her sister, Holly, and Robyn, and she couldn’t imagine what either one of them would be doing coming to her place right now.

The front door opened and then closed, followed by the sound of soft footsteps. Finally her sister came into view, walking past the kitchen on her way to Leah’s bedroom.

“Sarah?”

She jumped, whipping her head in Leah’s direction. “Oh, hey,” she said, turning into the kitchen. “You’re up.”

“Yes, I’m up,” she laughed. “Why are you sneaking into my apartment when you think I’m sleeping?”

“Because Kyle is coming to dinner at Daddy’s tonight and I was gonna steal your blue cashmere sweater to wear,” she said, reaching over and grabbing a pepper from the chopping board. As she popped it in her mouth, she did a double take at the bowl in front of her, eyeing the four eggs about to be whisked. “Jesus, Leah. Hungry?”

She opened her mouth, fumbling for a response, and before she could come up with something, she heard his voice.

“Alright, that actually did ruin me for all other bathrooms—” His words cut off abruptly as he turned into the kitchen, finding Sarah in there with her. He was clad in only a towel slung low around his hips, the little droplets of water from his shower still clinging to his chest and shoulders. His hand came to the towel, securing it as he cleared his throat.

“Hi,” he said awkwardly.

Sarah grinned from ear to ear. “Hi,” she said, immediately turning to look at Leah.

“Sarah, this is Danny,” she said, looking at him and attempting to apologize with her eyes. “Danny, this is my sister.”

He smiled softly before turning his attention to Sarah. “It’s nice to meet you, Sarah,” he said, extending his hand to her.

“You too,” she said, shaking his hand as her smile grew more pronounced.

“Okay, well, I’m just gonna go get dressed,” he said, holding up his hand in both a farewell and an apology before he turned and walked back down the hall.

Sarah slowly turned back to Leah, her grin threatening to split her face in two. Leah heard the sound of her bedroom door closing, and Sarah folded her arms and shook her head.

“Well, well, well,” she said.

Leah picked up the whisk and began vigorously whipping the eggs.

“So,” Sarah said. “Are you guys dating? Because obviously, you’re f*cking.”

The whisk slipped from her hand, splashing egg all over the counter.

“Jesus, Sarah,” she said with a nervous laugh, picking the whisk back up.

“Well? Are you together or just banging? Because goddamn, there’d be no shame in that game,” she said, leaning back out of the doorway and craning her neck to see if she could get another glimpse of him.

“There is seriously something wrong with you,” Leah said with a laugh. She went back to whisking the eggs, and when there was no response from Sarah, she lifted her eyes to see her sister staring at her, a tiny smile on her lips.

“Well?”

Leah sighed. “It’s very, very new.”

“But you’re together.” She said it as a statement.

Leah nodded.

She grinned again, coming around the counter and giving Leah a huge hug. “Yay,” she squeaked in her ear, and Leah smiled.

Sarah let her go and leaned against the counter, grabbing another pepper. “Did Daddy and Chris meet him yet?”

“Not yet.”

She nodded, popping the pepper in her mouth. “He should probably wear clothes for that.”