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you doing here?”
“We finish next week,” he countered, reaching out brush of tuft of blonde hair out of her face. She was standing there, still in her PJs and slippers, and felt silly, with Mitch looking impeccable as always in a suit. “But I’m all yours this weekend, if you’ll be my date.”
“Be your date?” Betsy’s heart fluttered. “Mitch, what in the world are you talking about?”
“Me. You. Prom.” He bumped open the screen door all the way with his foot and shooed her into the house. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa as Mitch strolled around her living room. “I know I wasn’t there when Darren What’s-His-Name refused to go with you. I would have shown him a thing or two, believe me.”
“That was years ago.” Betsy laughed. “Besides, you were in England with the rugby team. There was nothing you could have done back here—unless you wanted to watch TV and eat ice cream with me.”
“Some of my best nights have been spent watching TV and eating ice cream with you.” He stopped in front of her, arms crossed. “I should have been there to kick his ass and take you to prom myself.”
Betsy had the image of walking into her high school prom with Mitch on her arm and her stomach fluttered again. Vanessa would have been so jealous!
“It’s okay, Mitch.” She put a hand on his arm. “It wasn’t your fault, and I’m not your responsibility.”
“You’re my sister.” He scowled at her, his brow low. “I never would have made it through with you, you know. My dad, your mom, all the freaking drama. You were the one good thing I got out of that whole mess.”
“You’re my good thing too.” She blushed.
“You were always there for me, even when I was thousands of miles away.” His eyes softened as he looked at her. “All those care packages you sent, with all my favorites--Twinkies, M&M’s, those salt and vinegar chips…”
“Well I couldn’t send ice cream.” She laughed.
“Listen to me, baby…” Mitch’s hand covered hers on his arm, big and warm. She pulled the flowers up between them to hide her chest from his view. He was bound to notice how flushed she was, how fast she was breathing. “You were always there for me, always—and I wasn’t there for you that night.”
“It’s okay. Really.” She looked into the flowers before her eyes got misty. “I’m treating myself to the prom this weekend.”
“No.” His spine straightened, making him seem taller than he already was. “I’m treating you.”
“You’re treating me? To what?” She cocked her head at him, quizzical. “Dinner before the prom or something?”
“The whole thing, baby. Dinner, a limo ride, flowers, dancing. All of it. I’ll be a chaperone with you and give you the date you deserved back in high school.”
Betsy stood open-mouthed at the idea of Mitch wanting to make her special night extra-special by giving her a real date. She couldn’t help but get misty-eyed now.
“Mitch, I don’t know what to say.” She looked at the floor, hardly able to speak
Mitch tilted chin up. “Say you’ll go to the prom with me, baby.”
“I will.” She sniffled, smiling through her tears.
He pulled her into a tight hug, crushing the flowers between them.
“I’ll send a limo for you at six. We’ll eat at the best sushi place in town. It’ll be a night we’ll never forget, baby.” He smooched her cheek and forehead. “Okay, I need to get back to my hotel to make a conference call to schedule some damn commencement thing. Wear your best dress, sis.”
Betsy stood in the doorway in her PJs, watching her stepbrother get into his car. He gave her a honk and a wave before he backed out and she waved back, feeling like she was still dreaming. Was she, in fact, still in bed? Maybe this whole morning had been a dream.
She stood there for a couple minutes after he was gone, still not
“We finish next week,” he countered, reaching out brush of tuft of blonde hair out of her face. She was standing there, still in her PJs and slippers, and felt silly, with Mitch looking impeccable as always in a suit. “But I’m all yours this weekend, if you’ll be my date.”
“Be your date?” Betsy’s heart fluttered. “Mitch, what in the world are you talking about?”
“Me. You. Prom.” He bumped open the screen door all the way with his foot and shooed her into the house. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa as Mitch strolled around her living room. “I know I wasn’t there when Darren What’s-His-Name refused to go with you. I would have shown him a thing or two, believe me.”
“That was years ago.” Betsy laughed. “Besides, you were in England with the rugby team. There was nothing you could have done back here—unless you wanted to watch TV and eat ice cream with me.”
“Some of my best nights have been spent watching TV and eating ice cream with you.” He stopped in front of her, arms crossed. “I should have been there to kick his ass and take you to prom myself.”
Betsy had the image of walking into her high school prom with Mitch on her arm and her stomach fluttered again. Vanessa would have been so jealous!
“It’s okay, Mitch.” She put a hand on his arm. “It wasn’t your fault, and I’m not your responsibility.”
“You’re my sister.” He scowled at her, his brow low. “I never would have made it through with you, you know. My dad, your mom, all the freaking drama. You were the one good thing I got out of that whole mess.”
“You’re my good thing too.” She blushed.
“You were always there for me, even when I was thousands of miles away.” His eyes softened as he looked at her. “All those care packages you sent, with all my favorites--Twinkies, M&M’s, those salt and vinegar chips…”
“Well I couldn’t send ice cream.” She laughed.
“Listen to me, baby…” Mitch’s hand covered hers on his arm, big and warm. She pulled the flowers up between them to hide her chest from his view. He was bound to notice how flushed she was, how fast she was breathing. “You were always there for me, always—and I wasn’t there for you that night.”
“It’s okay. Really.” She looked into the flowers before her eyes got misty. “I’m treating myself to the prom this weekend.”
“No.” His spine straightened, making him seem taller than he already was. “I’m treating you.”
“You’re treating me? To what?” She cocked her head at him, quizzical. “Dinner before the prom or something?”
“The whole thing, baby. Dinner, a limo ride, flowers, dancing. All of it. I’ll be a chaperone with you and give you the date you deserved back in high school.”
Betsy stood open-mouthed at the idea of Mitch wanting to make her special night extra-special by giving her a real date. She couldn’t help but get misty-eyed now.
“Mitch, I don’t know what to say.” She looked at the floor, hardly able to speak
Mitch tilted chin up. “Say you’ll go to the prom with me, baby.”
“I will.” She sniffled, smiling through her tears.
He pulled her into a tight hug, crushing the flowers between them.
“I’ll send a limo for you at six. We’ll eat at the best sushi place in town. It’ll be a night we’ll never forget, baby.” He smooched her cheek and forehead. “Okay, I need to get back to my hotel to make a conference call to schedule some damn commencement thing. Wear your best dress, sis.”
Betsy stood in the doorway in her PJs, watching her stepbrother get into his car. He gave her a honk and a wave before he backed out and she waved back, feeling like she was still dreaming. Was she, in fact, still in bed? Maybe this whole morning had been a dream.
She stood there for a couple minutes after he was gone, still not
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