“No need to ask why you look so happy?” Charlotte comments walking into my office.

“I’ve never been happier,” I agree. “She’s told her boss she’s going to work remotely if they’ll still have her. She didn’t want to lose Brooke so she has it her way.”

“So she’s moved in completely, huh?”

It’s been two weeks since I came home with Brooke and I can’t believe how easily she’s fitted into my life, and with my family. It’s as though she’s always been around. My home certainly wouldn’t be the same without her in it.

“She’s living with me, and we’ll go within the next month to close her apartment up and bring her things back here.”

“That’s quick,” she comments, looking sad. “Charlotte, it isn’t quick if you just know…and I know. I’m not letting her go. Thankfully, she loves Lexington and she gets on well with the family. She thinks Aunt Sabrina is a hoot after she witnessed her after a grandma cocktail.”

I laugh at the look of horror on Charlotte’s face. “You should have seen her. She’d only had half a glass apparently. Lucien took her home.”

“I’m really happy for you.” Charlotte says as she moves toward the door.

“Charlotte,” I call. “When are you going after your guy?”

“I’m not sure I am.” Her shoulder’s sag. “I thought about it after we spoke, but what if he loves his fiancée and I ruin that?”

“And what if he’s only going ahead with it because he feels he has to, and not because he wants to? What if he fell in love with you as well because it sounds to me like you weren’t the only one involved that night. Don’t sell yourself short.”

She exhales on a shaky a breath. “I think I’m just scared Michael.” Her face falls and tears start to flow down her cheeks.

Rushing to her, I pull her into my arms and close the door. She holds on to me while she sobs her heart out, which makes me want to have words with this Tanner Jackson.

It feels like it takes forever for her to get herself together and when she does she drops on my sofa, so I pass her the box of tissues. “Here, you need to mop up.”

“Thanks,” she winces. “God, I didn’t know that was going to happen,” she says, embarrassed.

“Charlotte, I’m your twin, if you can’t cry in front of me, then who can you cry in front of? You obviously needed it.”

“I do feel a bit better.”

“There you go then, Michael’s shoulder to the rescue again.” I say and am rewarded with her smile.

“I can’t get away just yet, but I’ll go soon…maybe.”

“I know you’re afraid of being rejected, but if you don’t try then you’ll never know…and what if he gets married before you get your butt in gear and go?”

Her face goes white. “I never thought of that. Oh my God, what if he’s already married and that’s why he stopped answering my messages?”

“Okay, look. I’ll ask Sirena if she’s heard anything. Garrett’s best friends with his dad, right? So if there has been a wedding, then wouldn’t they have been invited to it? And so far they haven’t been to one, otherwise, one of us would have known about it.”

She nods. “You’re making sense.”

I roll my eyes. “I always do!”

“God, I feel drained now. I have a meeting in ten minutes as well.” She checks her phone. “I’m going to go and clean up.” At the door, she turns around and says, “Don’t forget that dinner we’ve all been invited to tomorrow night.”

I look at her, not having a clue. “The one I told you about when the invite came and you said you’d go. The one I also emailed you the details about. The one I asked your secretary to add to your calendar.”

“Oh that one!” I comment still not having a clue.

She shakes her head. “You’re ridiculous. You have no idea what I’m talking about…just make sure you’re there.” And after a shake of her finger in my direction, she disappears out the door.

I sag into the sofa feeling relief that she calmed down. I may be her twin, but my sister having a man in her life makes me feel weird.

Shuddering, I move back to my desk and notice a message from Brooke, so, smiling, I swipe the screen and see what she’s sent me.

Brooke: Meeting my dad at 8 tomorrow evening to talk about Carrie. R U free to come with me?

I quickly open my calendar on my computer and curse. No way can I be in two places at once.

Me: Charlotte has reminded me that I’m at a function tomorrow evening, was going to ask you to go with me.

Brooke: I could meet you there afterwards? I’m hoping it won’t take long.

Me: That’s a date. Wish I could be there with you though.

Brooke: Please, don’t worry. We’ll talk when you come home. Love you xx

Me: Love you more xx

Brooke: Not as much as me xx

Me: :)

Still looking at her messages, I find that I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I don’t want to either.