Page 96 of Sing For Me

She sighs. “Fine, don’t talk to him. Just sneak into his room at night and jump his bones. That ought to clear up any confusion.”

I can’t hold back my snort of laughter. “You’re not supposed to know anything about jumping bones,” I tell her. “You’re way too young and innocent for that.”

“Uh huh,” she says flatly. “Sure I am.”

“Kat.” I adopt my most mature, business-like tone. “Do we need to have the talk again?”

“Dear God, please no. I can’t believe you lived through it the last time.”

“Hey! I didn’t do so bad.”

But my sister is laughing. “I thought your face was going to explode. I seriously have never seen that color pink before. You were practically neon.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Right back at you,” she says cheerily.

“God, I miss you. Are you really thinking about coming to LA?”

I can hear her smile in her voice when she answers. “I don’t have class next Friday, I could fly in Thursday night.”

“I’ll have Marissa book your ticket today.”

We sit in comfortable silence while I think about how good it will be to see her. “Do you feel better?” she asks after a moment.

“I do. Thanks, little sister.”

“Anytime, big sister.” She lowers her voice. “Let me know how it goes when you put operation Bang Will Ransome into effect.”

“I absolutely will not.”

“Such a meanie,” she sighs. “Go enjoy your vacation.”

“I can’t wait to see you, even if you annoy the hell out of me.”

“Same.”

I hang up with a huge smile on my face. I freaking love my sister.

There’s a soft knock on my door and then Will’s voice. “Eva?”

“Come in,” I call, pulling myself into a seated position as he pushes open the door.

His eyes lock straight on my face, studying me, and his expression relaxes when he sees that I’m smiling. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah. Just felt a sudden urge to talk to Katherine.”

He nods, understanding in his eyes. “You think you feel up for dinner? Haylee and Lennon are putting together a taco bar.”

I bite back my laugh at the absurdity of the idea of a taco bar put together by musicians I grew up idolizing. “Dinner sounds great.”

He comes over to pull me up from the bed and the moment our hands touch, I feel a familiar electric sensation zipping over my skin.Talk to him, I can hear Kat’s voice commanding. My little sister is one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, and I know she’s right about this.

“River was wondering if you could make margaritas,” he adds, eyes twinkling, and I force away thoughts of going for broke and kissing him.

“I can definitely do margaritas,” I tell him.

After all, there’s nothing like tequila to provide liquid courage. And I think I’m going to need a lot of it if I plan to finally figure out what’s going on between me and Will.