I watch the driver window lower as June slides her sunglasses atop her head. “Fuck off, Will. I am a Jones, so this is technically my house too.”
Snickering, I open the gates and finish up on the research I was doing.
Drew wouldn’t divorce me if I booked a birthday meal at the top of the Space Needle, would she? She coped just fine in the gondola that time and that was higher and way scarier.
Although, she did use me as a distraction…
My dick twitches.
Not a good memory to be having when your sister is about to walk through your front door, Will.
“Christ, Seattle in a heatwave isnotfun!” June guffaws a minute later, pulling on the neck of her purple sweater as she steps into the kitchen and stops dead in her tracks at the sight of me in front of a laptop.
“When did you start wearing glasses?” she asks, heading straight for the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. She tosses one to me and I unscrew the lid, taking a couple of gulps before setting it down on the table.
I pull off my black frames and hand them to her to try on.
“Couple of months and only for reading.”
She pushes them up her nose, and I click my fingers, immediately asking for them back. “I’m going to ignore that they suit you better than me.”
June pulls out a chair and sets her black tote bag on the floor. “Don’t be surprised, bro, I am the better-looking sibling.” She flicks out her long dark hair, and I roll my eyes, taking my glasses back and putting them on.
She eyes my laptop. “What are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re studying for a postgraduate in the offseason?”
For a second, I’m mildly tempted by the idea. I fucking loved studying for my degree in math.
June holds up a hand and frowns at me. “Seriously, please don’t get any grandiose visions. You literally never stop. If you aren’t on the ice, you’re in the gym or going for a run somewhere.” She holds up a finger. “And I don’t care how smart you are,no onecan complete a postgrad degree in a four-month window.”
I spin the laptop around to face her. “Well, it’s a good job I’m not studying then, isn’t it? I’m actually busy making all my wife’s dreams come true.”
She gapes at the screen. “Please tell me you haven’t booked that. I’ve been up the Needle and Drew will hate you forever. She’s only just getting over the wedding.”
“I beg to differ,” I counter. “She told me the other day that she likes how exciting I keep our relationship.” Reaching into my back pocket, I grab my wallet and slide my Amex from its holder.
June lunges forward and snatches it from my hand.
I try to take it back but fail.
She tuts and moves it out of my reach. “I always did have the faster reaction speed, Will.”
My sister isn’t wrong. In fact, I’ll be the first to admit that she pretty much annihilated me at most sports when we were younger. To this day, I can’t understand why she didn’t want to turn pro in something. Just watching her play tennis the other day was awesome. It’s like she got Mom’s good looks and brains, Dad’s athletic ability, and supercharged both skillsets.
And she callsmethe smart one.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” I change the subject, swiveling the laptop back around to face me. Maybe June’s right about dinner at the top of the Space Needle. I close the lid and decide to put a pin in that plan.
“Can I have my credit card back now, please?”
She shakes her head and bends down, pulling a brochure from her tote bag. “No. I need your opinion on something first.”
My eyes grow wide when she opens the brochure on a page featuring a waterfront three-bedroom property in Laurelhurst. It’s fucking stunning but it’s also priced at over $5,000,000.
I clear my throat and she points to the first image, excitement dancing in her eyes.
“I’m thinking of making an offer on this place. Mom wanted to come and view it with me but they’re in Barbados for another week and I don’t want to miss out. I flew back to Brooklyn on Sunday, and I got a call from the realtor the following day,asking if I was interested. I just finished a guided tour and let me tell you something”—she wiggles her brows in jest—“royalty wouldn’t feel out of place living there.”
My sister has mentioned moving to Seattle before, but that was months ago and I thought she’d dropped the idea.