Free Sisters in Love (Snow Sisters, Book One: Love in Bloom Series #1) by Melissa Foster Page A

her
excitement in like a fishing line.
    She picked up the phone. Kaylie . “You
won’t believe who was just in my office,” she gushed.
    “Arnold Schwarzenegger? Kate Middleton? Dane
Cook?” Kaylie laughed.
    “Blake Carter.”
    “What? Why?” Kaylie asked, suddenly drained
of her enthusiasm.
    That’s when it hit Danica like a brick in the
face. She either had to get ahold of herself or drop him as a
client—if he even ever came back. “I can’t tell you. I shouldn’t
have even said anything. Damn it.” What had she been thinking? It
would be a challenge, but she was up to it. She was not the kind of
therapist to lose her license over a blip of bad judgment.
    “What the hell, sis? I tell you
everything.”
    Danica heard Kaylie’s hurt through the
telephone line. “No, I mean, I can’t reveal why he came, just that
he was here.”
    “Oh my God, really? Are you going to see him
as a client? Isn’t that wrong or something?” Kaylie’s voice turned
serious.
    “Not necessarily. His friend referred him,
and we have no prior relationship. He hit me in the nose and we
talked at the bar. That’s as far as it went.”
    “Come on. Isn’t that like saying you only
sort of had sex? Who are you now, Bill Clinton?”
    Danica didn’t like the insinuation, even if
she was a little bit right. Had they kissed, Danica would not have
taken him on as a client, but there’d been no physical contact.
Hell, she didn’t even know if she liked him, except for his looks.
Maybe that wasn’t exactly true, but she was a professional. She
could determine whom she’d fall into bed with and whom she
wouldn’t, and Blake was now officially off limits.
    “No, it’s not the same thing at all. Look,
the guy needs help, and maybe I’ll help him. I’m not going to date
him.”
    “What if he likes you and he’s only making up
whatever he’s there for to get closer to you?”
    Kaylie had a wild imagination. Danica mulled
over the idea for a second, instantly rejecting it as ridiculous.
“He didn’t even know it was me he was calling. It’s fine.
Really.”
    “If you say so.”
    “Anyway, what are you calling for?” she
asked.
    “Oh, I almost forgot. Chaz is going with me
to the Indie Rock Fest next weekend. Wanna go?”
    Kaylie was always jetting off somewhere. “In
Atlanta? Who’s Chaz?”
    “Uh-huh, and you know Chaz. The guy I met at
Bar None.”
    “Right. Kaylie, you’ve known this guy what—a
day and a half? You don’t know anything about him. Is that even
safe?”
    “Come on, Mom . I’m twenty-seven years
old. I think I can make that judgment call. I just don’t get you.
Why can’t you break out and have a little fun? Just because Mom and
Dad always said you were the smart, responsible one doesn’t mean
that’s who you have to be.”
    Did it mean that’s who she had to be? Danica
wondered. Had she lived up to their desires rather than being who
she wanted to be? Was she living a self-fulfilled prophecy? Was
everyone? She thought of her hopes for the youth center. Danica
shook the thoughts from her head, unable to filter through them in
her present state of mind. She needed to focus on what mattered,
and she had a client coming in shortly. “I did that, remember?
Saturday night? What did that get me? A freakin’ hangover the size
of Washington, DC.”
    “So what? It was fun, wasn’t it?” Kaylie
mocked. “Just get over yourself and come with me, already.”
    Danica pictured Kaylie’s smug expression, her
eyes saying, Come play with me , her body language daring her
with her arms crossed and lips pursed, pushing Danica to be just
like her and shirk her responsibilities. Then again, Kaylie had
hardly any responsibilities when compared to Danica. Kaylie’s whole
life was spontaneous. “Well, as much as I’d like to be your
chaperone—and trust me, I would—I can’t. I take Michelle out on
Sundays, remember? Which reminds me, where can I take a teenager
that would be really fun?”
    “Indie Rock