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wrong, Soph?”
Sophie chuckled. “Good point. I’l be stealing them now.”
Sophie slid them into a pocket and went back to the bag.
“Here’s your iPhone.”
Sophie sat by the fire and scrol ed through the photos.
Tears slid down her face and Emma’s heart twisted for her.
Alex was like another sister to Sophie, and Emma knew she missed her. Sophie smiled. “They both look amazing.
So does Luke. Jamie wil want to see these.” She turned it off, wiped her tears away, and stuffed it back into the bag.
“We’l show him later.”
“Can you explain to me what a Topper is?”
Sophie handed Emma the bottle of shampoo. “ Topper’s real name is Christopher Wade, and he’s Michael’s nephew. Apparently, his brother, Travis, couldn’t say Christopher and the nickname stuck.”
“Cute…I think.”
“Oh, he is. Actual y, he’s entirely too cute for his own good.”
Sophie’s eyes wrinkled with mischief. “He looks a lot like a seventeen-year-old Jamie, and could be his little brother.
It’s a bit uncanny.”
Emma rol ed her eyes. “You think everyone looks like Jamie.”
Sophie wagged a finger at her. “Just wait. You’l see. Oh, and by the way, he’s missing his left hand. Don’t stare.”
Emma frowned. “How did that happen?”
“The war.”
Emma sat up in shock. “Didn’t you say he’s seventeen?
How the heck did he get in the war?”
“He lied about his age and paid a high price for it. But he’s on a good track now and working with the horses. Jamie adores him and would be lost without him sometimes.”
Sophie took her seat again by the fire. “He’s the only one, other than Jamie, that Samson wil let near him, so he’s been a Godsend. Of course, he’s stil a little cretin sometimes when it comes to Michael. Topper likes to push his uncle’s buttons…typical teen in any century, I suppose.”
Sophie smiled. “You cut your hair.”
Emma massaged the shampoo into her hair. “Yes. I needed a change.”
“It’s very Jenny McCarthy.”
“Thanks. I wanted Posh Spice at first, but then I chickened out and wouldn’t let Meghan cut anymore off.”
“Wel , I love it.”
“Thanks.” Unlike Sophie, Emma had been blessed with fine, straight hair. The kind that would dry perfectly right out of the pool or shower. It never needed to be styled, unless she wanted to fuss with it. For years, she had kept it long, almost as long as Sophie’s, but Emma liked to flirt with change and she did—often. Emma submerged and came out of the water with a sigh. “This is heaven.”
Sophie studied the fire. “I know what you mean. Although, I do miss a quick shower. It takes so much longer to get ready here.”
Once she finished with her hair, Emma focused on her hands and getting the dirt from under her nails. “I don’t suppose there’s a local salon where I can get a mani-pedi, huh?”
Sophie giggled. “You’re on your own there, babe.”
“Bummer.”
“You have a nasty bruise on your chin!” Sophie exclaimed and rose to her feet. “How did I not notice that before?”
“Jamie suggested I put some makeup on to cover it. I guess it worked.”
“Are you in pain?”
Emma shrugged. “A little I guess. Real y no biggie. Sit down, sis. I’m fine.”
Sophie took her seat again. “You told me how you got the sprained ankle, but who gave you the nightgown? I can’t imagine Clayton had one just lying around.”
“His girlfriend. She’s very nice, although, I don’t think they have a very good relationship.”
“How come?”
Emma shrugged. “He was super attentive to me and I don’t think she liked it.”
“How attentive?”
“I don’t know. Attentive.” Emma sighed. “He’s so gorgeous, Sophie. And that drawl…”
Sophie raised an eyebrow. “You hate cowboys.”
“I know. But he’s so…I don’t know…yummy.” She scooped her hand into the water and let it dribble through her fingers.
“Figures. I meet a hot guy and he’s
Sophie chuckled. “Good point. I’l be stealing them now.”
Sophie slid them into a pocket and went back to the bag.
“Here’s your iPhone.”
Sophie sat by the fire and scrol ed through the photos.
Tears slid down her face and Emma’s heart twisted for her.
Alex was like another sister to Sophie, and Emma knew she missed her. Sophie smiled. “They both look amazing.
So does Luke. Jamie wil want to see these.” She turned it off, wiped her tears away, and stuffed it back into the bag.
“We’l show him later.”
“Can you explain to me what a Topper is?”
Sophie handed Emma the bottle of shampoo. “ Topper’s real name is Christopher Wade, and he’s Michael’s nephew. Apparently, his brother, Travis, couldn’t say Christopher and the nickname stuck.”
“Cute…I think.”
“Oh, he is. Actual y, he’s entirely too cute for his own good.”
Sophie’s eyes wrinkled with mischief. “He looks a lot like a seventeen-year-old Jamie, and could be his little brother.
It’s a bit uncanny.”
Emma rol ed her eyes. “You think everyone looks like Jamie.”
Sophie wagged a finger at her. “Just wait. You’l see. Oh, and by the way, he’s missing his left hand. Don’t stare.”
Emma frowned. “How did that happen?”
“The war.”
Emma sat up in shock. “Didn’t you say he’s seventeen?
How the heck did he get in the war?”
“He lied about his age and paid a high price for it. But he’s on a good track now and working with the horses. Jamie adores him and would be lost without him sometimes.”
Sophie took her seat again by the fire. “He’s the only one, other than Jamie, that Samson wil let near him, so he’s been a Godsend. Of course, he’s stil a little cretin sometimes when it comes to Michael. Topper likes to push his uncle’s buttons…typical teen in any century, I suppose.”
Sophie smiled. “You cut your hair.”
Emma massaged the shampoo into her hair. “Yes. I needed a change.”
“It’s very Jenny McCarthy.”
“Thanks. I wanted Posh Spice at first, but then I chickened out and wouldn’t let Meghan cut anymore off.”
“Wel , I love it.”
“Thanks.” Unlike Sophie, Emma had been blessed with fine, straight hair. The kind that would dry perfectly right out of the pool or shower. It never needed to be styled, unless she wanted to fuss with it. For years, she had kept it long, almost as long as Sophie’s, but Emma liked to flirt with change and she did—often. Emma submerged and came out of the water with a sigh. “This is heaven.”
Sophie studied the fire. “I know what you mean. Although, I do miss a quick shower. It takes so much longer to get ready here.”
Once she finished with her hair, Emma focused on her hands and getting the dirt from under her nails. “I don’t suppose there’s a local salon where I can get a mani-pedi, huh?”
Sophie giggled. “You’re on your own there, babe.”
“Bummer.”
“You have a nasty bruise on your chin!” Sophie exclaimed and rose to her feet. “How did I not notice that before?”
“Jamie suggested I put some makeup on to cover it. I guess it worked.”
“Are you in pain?”
Emma shrugged. “A little I guess. Real y no biggie. Sit down, sis. I’m fine.”
Sophie took her seat again. “You told me how you got the sprained ankle, but who gave you the nightgown? I can’t imagine Clayton had one just lying around.”
“His girlfriend. She’s very nice, although, I don’t think they have a very good relationship.”
“How come?”
Emma shrugged. “He was super attentive to me and I don’t think she liked it.”
“How attentive?”
“I don’t know. Attentive.” Emma sighed. “He’s so gorgeous, Sophie. And that drawl…”
Sophie raised an eyebrow. “You hate cowboys.”
“I know. But he’s so…I don’t know…yummy.” She scooped her hand into the water and let it dribble through her fingers.
“Figures. I meet a hot guy and he’s
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