Page 112 of Sing For Me

“Forget being wooed—do I get the cinnamon sticks or not?”

I laugh, finally succeeding in pushing him away. “You only want me for my ability to remember your dessert preferences.”

He smacks my ass. “There might be afewmore reasons.”

Will stays over that night, and again the night after that. Things pretty much go right back to the way they were before the trip, when we were hiding out together to avoid the paparazzi. Except now, there’s a hell of a lot more kissing. And other fun nighttime activities that make me blush to think about. Will Ransome has very talented hands, and not just with a tattoo gun.

Everything seems so good, in fact, that I can almost forget about the fight he had with his dad and his uncles. If it wasn’t for the fact that he gets that closed off look on his face sometimes when his phone rings—and he never answers. I can only imagine those calls are from his dad. But he changes the subject whenever I bring it up and I tell myself again, over and over, that he’ll talk when he’s ready.

Kat’s flight is scheduled to arrive at six thirty on Thursday night. I had planned to arrange for my driver to bring me to LAX to meet her, but when Will finds out I’m not just going to have her picked up, he offers to drive. Which is why I’m now bouncing on my toes next to him by the baggage claim, unable to keep still.

“Did you have too much coffee today?”

“I’m just excited,” I tell him, using his arm as leverage to jump up to try and see over the crowds streaming out into the baggage claim area. “Can you see her yet?”

“Since I have no idea what she looks like, I’m going to go with no.”

I’m about to make a face at him when I see a familiar figure emerging from the secure area. Several inches taller than me, her hair a darker auburn, my little sister is recognizable to me even at this distance. Without even thinking about it, I’ve dropped Will’s hand to dart around the tired travelers.

Kat sees me right at the same time, her face lighting up with a huge, dimpled smile. She takes off running, too, meeting me in the middle, our bodies crashing together in a bone-crushing hug.

“Brat!”

“Weirdo!” she yells back, laughing.

“You’re here,” I whisper into her hair, holding her tight and trying not to cry.

“I am. So introduce me to your hot man because you know I didn’t come all this way just for you.”

I push her arm, laughing, and turn around to realize Will has joined us. “Kat, this is Will Ransome. Will, my baby sister Katherine.”

I can hear the pride ooze from my voice at the words, and I can’t help from clutching her arm while I speak, as if I’m afraid she might disappear if I let go. Until this moment, I hadn’t quite realized just how much I missed her.

“It’s really nice to meet you,” Will says, holding out his hand, but Kat ignores it, choosing instead to throw her arms around his middle. Will’s expression looks slightly bewildered over the top of her head.

“Don’t mind her,” I tell him, grinning so big my face hurts. “Kat’s a hugger.”

“Yup,” she says cheerily, releasing him. “Especially with people who make my sister so happy.”

It’s my turn to be surprised when I see a slight flush come to his cheeks—Will isblushing. “She makes me pretty happy, too,” he says, voice a shade huskier than normal.

“Aw.” Kat pats the side of his face. “She mentioned how adorable you are.”

His eyebrows go up as he focuses on me. “You’re telling people I’m adorable?”

Kat laughs. “Sorry, did I say adorable?” She lowers her voice into a pretty awful imitation of his. “I meant totally manly and cool.”

“That’s more like it.” He glances over at the luggage carousal. “Did you have another bag?”

She points out a purple suitcase just coming down the track now and Will brushes her aside when she reaches for it, grabbing it himself. He gives her a perplexed look as he hoists it in the air. “Is there even anything in here? This thing weighs nothing.”

“It’s mostly empty,” she explains. “But it will be full on the way home.”

“Shopping,” I explain, when he still looks confused. “We’re going to be doing alotof shopping.”

“I can hardly wait,” he says drily.

I link arms with Kat as we make our way through the crowd. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a few people with their phones out, taking pictures. Apparently, we’ve been recognized, but I can’t bring myself to care all that much. Not when my little sister is finally here, close enough to touch.