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quite literally, at the start of my interviews.”
Haley was back with their breakfast. She offloaded a bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit for Justin and placed Lyssa’s omelet in front of her. “Anything else?”
Justin shook his head, and Haley retreated.
Lyssa’s fork hovered over her crisp-sided omelet. “Rand invited me to chat, and I plan to take him up on it soon. He can help me meet the faculty in a social setting. And once my boxes arrive from London, I may ask him to help me settle in.”
Justin speared a chunk of honeydew melon with his fork and made a rude noise in his throat.
I’m moving on, Justin.
“Did you get any good advice from our friends last night about how to get your sweet Lyssa to the altar?” Chrissie handed her brother a tall mug of coffee and sat across from him at the table on the deck.
“Lots of it. And a couple of proposals.”
She hooted. “Spill. Who from?”
“Cute little Angelica. And I think the other’s name is Melissa.”
“Angelica has always been hot for you. Melissa must be someone’s friend. Were you tempted?”
Rand wrinkled his nose.
“Anyway, what’s the best advice you got?”
“It boils down to ‘Wow her in bed’ and ‘Go along with whatever she likes.’”
“Whatever she likes in bed?”
“In life.”
“What if she likes fishing?”
“Were you always a spoil-sport?”
She ducked when he rolled up the New York Times Book Review and pretended to bop her over the head with it.
“I’ve missed you, big bro. Who is Lyssa, anyway? Do you have a picture? Hey, Pris.”
Pris joined them, yawning. “I forgot you guys get up so early.” She sipped from her mug.
Rand placed his phone between his sisters. “Push play to meet Lyssa, your future sister-in-law.”
Pris squinted at the screen as Chrissie launched a video clip from Lyssa’s Savvy Spender series.
“Adorable.” Chrissie gave him a knuckle-bump.
“She is, but that outfit is so not .” Pris said.
“Oh, let’s see, is the Savvy Spender supposed to wear designer chic?”
“And does she really wear her hair like that? Ugh.”
“She came to the interview with her hair in a thousand, bouncy curls, and her luscious body swathed in gray gabardine.”
“Seriously?” the twins chorused.
“That’s what we do in academia.”
Pris pounded her mug on the table. Hot liquid sloshed on his newspaper. “Rand, you so don’t belong there.”
“Wake up, Pris. I love teaching. I was born to academia. I swear, you sound like Bert and Regina.”
Pris muttered an apology. “I need more coffee.”
“I’ll get it.” Chrissie jumped up from the bench.
“Rand, I love you,” Pris said, “and I know you’re just a year away from tenure, but I worry about you repressing your heart’s desire year after year. When are you going to turn that gorgeous poetry loose on the world?”
“Gorgeous?” He chuckled. “It’s dark, irreverent, fantastical.”
“And I’m the Dark Witch, remember? Trust me, it’s gorgeous. Chrissie may not like it, but I know it’s brilliant.
“You’re talking about his epic poems?” Chrissie made a face as she refilled their mugs.
Pris spread her arms. “Apocalyptic tales of rival superheroes who emerge, centuries after the total destruction of planet earth, unscathed, and resurrect their cultures, keeping only the best. Thrillers filled with cautionary hope for the future. I’m telling you, teens and twenties will eat it up.”
Chrissie shook her head. “And it’s all in iambic pentameter.”
Rand patted her hand. “I love you for knowing that, Chrissie.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek.
“How is this timeline, Pris? Next June, I’ll marry Lyssa. In the fall I’ll be a fully tenured Associate Professor. Then , Pris, then I’ll publish my six tales.”
“There are six of them?” Chrissie rolled her eyes.
“You mean they’re finished?” Pris stood, her body quivering.
“Remember I said I was at loose ends? I finished the second
Haley was back with their breakfast. She offloaded a bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit for Justin and placed Lyssa’s omelet in front of her. “Anything else?”
Justin shook his head, and Haley retreated.
Lyssa’s fork hovered over her crisp-sided omelet. “Rand invited me to chat, and I plan to take him up on it soon. He can help me meet the faculty in a social setting. And once my boxes arrive from London, I may ask him to help me settle in.”
Justin speared a chunk of honeydew melon with his fork and made a rude noise in his throat.
I’m moving on, Justin.
“Did you get any good advice from our friends last night about how to get your sweet Lyssa to the altar?” Chrissie handed her brother a tall mug of coffee and sat across from him at the table on the deck.
“Lots of it. And a couple of proposals.”
She hooted. “Spill. Who from?”
“Cute little Angelica. And I think the other’s name is Melissa.”
“Angelica has always been hot for you. Melissa must be someone’s friend. Were you tempted?”
Rand wrinkled his nose.
“Anyway, what’s the best advice you got?”
“It boils down to ‘Wow her in bed’ and ‘Go along with whatever she likes.’”
“Whatever she likes in bed?”
“In life.”
“What if she likes fishing?”
“Were you always a spoil-sport?”
She ducked when he rolled up the New York Times Book Review and pretended to bop her over the head with it.
“I’ve missed you, big bro. Who is Lyssa, anyway? Do you have a picture? Hey, Pris.”
Pris joined them, yawning. “I forgot you guys get up so early.” She sipped from her mug.
Rand placed his phone between his sisters. “Push play to meet Lyssa, your future sister-in-law.”
Pris squinted at the screen as Chrissie launched a video clip from Lyssa’s Savvy Spender series.
“Adorable.” Chrissie gave him a knuckle-bump.
“She is, but that outfit is so not .” Pris said.
“Oh, let’s see, is the Savvy Spender supposed to wear designer chic?”
“And does she really wear her hair like that? Ugh.”
“She came to the interview with her hair in a thousand, bouncy curls, and her luscious body swathed in gray gabardine.”
“Seriously?” the twins chorused.
“That’s what we do in academia.”
Pris pounded her mug on the table. Hot liquid sloshed on his newspaper. “Rand, you so don’t belong there.”
“Wake up, Pris. I love teaching. I was born to academia. I swear, you sound like Bert and Regina.”
Pris muttered an apology. “I need more coffee.”
“I’ll get it.” Chrissie jumped up from the bench.
“Rand, I love you,” Pris said, “and I know you’re just a year away from tenure, but I worry about you repressing your heart’s desire year after year. When are you going to turn that gorgeous poetry loose on the world?”
“Gorgeous?” He chuckled. “It’s dark, irreverent, fantastical.”
“And I’m the Dark Witch, remember? Trust me, it’s gorgeous. Chrissie may not like it, but I know it’s brilliant.
“You’re talking about his epic poems?” Chrissie made a face as she refilled their mugs.
Pris spread her arms. “Apocalyptic tales of rival superheroes who emerge, centuries after the total destruction of planet earth, unscathed, and resurrect their cultures, keeping only the best. Thrillers filled with cautionary hope for the future. I’m telling you, teens and twenties will eat it up.”
Chrissie shook her head. “And it’s all in iambic pentameter.”
Rand patted her hand. “I love you for knowing that, Chrissie.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek.
“How is this timeline, Pris? Next June, I’ll marry Lyssa. In the fall I’ll be a fully tenured Associate Professor. Then , Pris, then I’ll publish my six tales.”
“There are six of them?” Chrissie rolled her eyes.
“You mean they’re finished?” Pris stood, her body quivering.
“Remember I said I was at loose ends? I finished the second
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