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lunge.” Shaking his head, Chad poured himself another glass of wine.
“Assuming you keep her doctor in the loop, it’s not desperate. It’s just broadening your options.” She squeezed her brother’s shoulder reassuringly.
“I guess.” Chad glanced back toward the deck as a wave of laughter filled the house. “I want her happy, and this seems to be what she wants.”
“What are you two chatting about in here?” Julia walked in the kitchen, an empty glass in her hand.
Alison took a step back from Chad and gave him a supportive smile. Managing a casual tone, the man smirked at his older sister. “I came in for a new bottle of wine, and our sister roped me into helping her with the dishes.”
“You’ve dodged the chore enough over the years, seems fair.” Julia nudged Chad’s shoulder as she reached around him for the bottle of Maker’s Mark. “Hey Ali, I didn’t want to say anything in front of Dad, but I might be able to redeem myself on the whole blind dating front.”
Alison shook her head. “Nope. Forget it , Jules.”
Chad took the opportunity to grab the now half empty bottle of wine and leave without a word. “Coward.” Alison scowled at her retreating brother.
“So you’ll go?” Julia asked as she refilled her glass with the caramel colored bourbon.
Unable and unwilling to stifle a mocking laugh, Alison began walking toward the back door. “Ah, no.”
Julia took several quick steps to catch up with her annoyed sister and, grabbing her wrist, spun her around. “But I’ve felt terrible about what happened with Robyn.”
Alison looked intently at her sister, who she knew had nothing but her best interest at heart . She was such a bulldozer in her execution, though, that Alison wanted to shake her. “I’m doing okay on that front, Jules; so don’t feel bad.” Seeing the surprised expression on her sister’s face, Alison immediately regretted she had said anything.
“Really? Then you’re seeing someone?” Julia grinned.
“Well, no - not exactly. No.” She took a step back, wanting desperately to escape what she knew would be something akin to the Inquisition.
“Then what’s the problem?” Julia took a long drink of her Maker’s Mark.
Sighing, Alison leaned against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest. “The problem is I don’t want you fixing me up. We have - well, we don’t have compatible tastes.”
“What does that mean?” Julia had gone from sales person to interrogator in half a second.
“It doesn’t mean anything, except what I said. We have different tastes. Not better, not worse, just different . Frankly Jules, what could you possibly know about women from a dating perspective?”
Julia ’s shoulders set, and her expression went flat. “Clearly not much less than you given your dating history.”
The low blow hurt Alison, but she knew be tter than to let her sister see, as it would only spur her on. “I don’t want to argue, Julia. Can we just agree the set-up thing is a bad idea?”
Julia pursed her lips as she looked at Alison . Considering she was still firmly planted with her shoulders squared, Alison held out very little hope her older sister was going to call a truce.
“There you two are.” Elaine walked past the two women. “We need more wine out there.” The woman grabbed another bottle of Joel Gott from the rack that lined the farthest wall of the kitchen and paused when she reached her two daughters. Her eyes moved back and forth between the two women as they glared at each other. “Whatever this is , ladies, wrap it up and get back to the group ASAP.”
Instantly Alison’s tension released. Her mother had always approached her children’s spats in a matter-of-fact manner, refusing to acknowledge them as anything more than childish antics.
Julia turned to follow Elaine back to the deck. “We’ll discuss later." she muttered to Alison as she walked past.
Frowning, Alison followed the two women down the hall, hopeful
“Assuming you keep her doctor in the loop, it’s not desperate. It’s just broadening your options.” She squeezed her brother’s shoulder reassuringly.
“I guess.” Chad glanced back toward the deck as a wave of laughter filled the house. “I want her happy, and this seems to be what she wants.”
“What are you two chatting about in here?” Julia walked in the kitchen, an empty glass in her hand.
Alison took a step back from Chad and gave him a supportive smile. Managing a casual tone, the man smirked at his older sister. “I came in for a new bottle of wine, and our sister roped me into helping her with the dishes.”
“You’ve dodged the chore enough over the years, seems fair.” Julia nudged Chad’s shoulder as she reached around him for the bottle of Maker’s Mark. “Hey Ali, I didn’t want to say anything in front of Dad, but I might be able to redeem myself on the whole blind dating front.”
Alison shook her head. “Nope. Forget it , Jules.”
Chad took the opportunity to grab the now half empty bottle of wine and leave without a word. “Coward.” Alison scowled at her retreating brother.
“So you’ll go?” Julia asked as she refilled her glass with the caramel colored bourbon.
Unable and unwilling to stifle a mocking laugh, Alison began walking toward the back door. “Ah, no.”
Julia took several quick steps to catch up with her annoyed sister and, grabbing her wrist, spun her around. “But I’ve felt terrible about what happened with Robyn.”
Alison looked intently at her sister, who she knew had nothing but her best interest at heart . She was such a bulldozer in her execution, though, that Alison wanted to shake her. “I’m doing okay on that front, Jules; so don’t feel bad.” Seeing the surprised expression on her sister’s face, Alison immediately regretted she had said anything.
“Really? Then you’re seeing someone?” Julia grinned.
“Well, no - not exactly. No.” She took a step back, wanting desperately to escape what she knew would be something akin to the Inquisition.
“Then what’s the problem?” Julia took a long drink of her Maker’s Mark.
Sighing, Alison leaned against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest. “The problem is I don’t want you fixing me up. We have - well, we don’t have compatible tastes.”
“What does that mean?” Julia had gone from sales person to interrogator in half a second.
“It doesn’t mean anything, except what I said. We have different tastes. Not better, not worse, just different . Frankly Jules, what could you possibly know about women from a dating perspective?”
Julia ’s shoulders set, and her expression went flat. “Clearly not much less than you given your dating history.”
The low blow hurt Alison, but she knew be tter than to let her sister see, as it would only spur her on. “I don’t want to argue, Julia. Can we just agree the set-up thing is a bad idea?”
Julia pursed her lips as she looked at Alison . Considering she was still firmly planted with her shoulders squared, Alison held out very little hope her older sister was going to call a truce.
“There you two are.” Elaine walked past the two women. “We need more wine out there.” The woman grabbed another bottle of Joel Gott from the rack that lined the farthest wall of the kitchen and paused when she reached her two daughters. Her eyes moved back and forth between the two women as they glared at each other. “Whatever this is , ladies, wrap it up and get back to the group ASAP.”
Instantly Alison’s tension released. Her mother had always approached her children’s spats in a matter-of-fact manner, refusing to acknowledge them as anything more than childish antics.
Julia turned to follow Elaine back to the deck. “We’ll discuss later." she muttered to Alison as she walked past.
Frowning, Alison followed the two women down the hall, hopeful
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