“See? Better.” There was background noise, probably my nieces fighting over something deeply stupid. “We’re fine. I was calling to check on you because Mom said you were acting weird.”
I closed my eyes. “Mom needs hobbies.”
“Mom has hobbies. You’re one of them.”
Catherine pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. I pointed at her in warning.
Quinn went quiet. “What was that?” she asked.
“What was what?” I asked, trying to hide the alarm in my voice.
“That silence. You’re with someone.”
“No.”
Catherine’s eyes widened. I winced.
Quinn gasped. “You lie badly. You’re with a woman.”
“I didn’t lie. You never asked,” I clarified.
“So you are with a woman?” my sister repeated.
I rubbed my forehead. “Yes.”
Catherine mouthed, OMG.
I shrugged. What was I supposed to do? Lie to my sister? I didn’t lie to Quinn. She raised my kid half the time during the early years. She could smell lies through a phone.
Quinn got very quiet again. “Hunter.”
“No.”
“I didn’t ask anything,” she giggled.
“You were about to,” I said because I knew my sister.
“Who is she?” she asked.
“You don’t get to know that information,” I countered.
“What’s her name?” Quinn continued.
“Quinn,” I warned.
“Is this a date?” she asked, all giddy.
“Maybe.”
Catherine’s mouth curved like she wanted to laugh.
“It’s dinner,” I said.
“So a date,” Quinn went on.
“Does the woman know it’s a maybe date?” Quinn continued. For the love of everything holy. My sister didn’t quit.
Catherine covered her mouth.