Free In my Arms Tonight (NYC Singles Book 2) by Sasha Clinton Page B

these years, somebody got her. Somebody understood where she was coming from and where she wanted to go and accepted that.
    Alex continued talking. Although New York City was sprawled in front of her eyes, the only thing she could see right now was Alex’s face. “The ideals that we deeply believe in, I don’t think we can change them. And I don’t think we should change them, either.”
    “Yeah.” Kat hit her head against the silver blob of metal, when she straightened.
    When she looked ahead, she realized her eyes were blurred with water.
    You’re probably the only woman in the world who can get sentimental over something like this .
    The reaction caught her by surprise, but before she could ponder, her phone started ringing. The caller ID showed ‘Sister’.
    That wasn’t a call she could miss.
    “My sister’s calling. Mind if I—”
    “Go ahead.” Alex bent down, taking his turn at the binoculars.
    Kat moved a few steps away to avoid disturbing him.
    “Kitty Kat.” Her sister’s over-enthusiastic voice blasted into her ears like a chorus of trumpets.
    “I told you to stop calling me that,” Kat barked at her sister. “And why’re you up in the middle of the night?”
    “It’s afternoon in Melbourne.”
    Kat inhaled. “Sorry, I forgot you’re playing at the Australian Open. How’s it going so far?”
    “I won my first game!” From the loud thud of feet, Keira was jumping up and down in joy. “Can you believe it? Coach is real pleased with me.”
    “Congratulations. That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you,” Kat gushed, moving the phone to her her other ear.
    Keira had always been immensely talented at tennis, but she’d never played a tournament as big as the Australian Open before. Kat was a bit awed that she’d won her first match.
    “Watch out.” Alex turned back over his shoulder when she bumped into him.
    His voice was exactly what Keira needed to launch into an ear-piercing squeak. “Kat, why’re you with a guy? I mean, OMG, you’re with a guy? A guy?”
    Kat hid her embarrassment under layers of fake calm. “Shut up. He’s a colleague.”
    “A colleague who’s sleeping with you? Because otherwise what would he be doing with you at your house past midnight?” Keira’s voice held unbridled hope.
    Heat sizzled Kat’s cheeks, even though Alex couldn’t hear anything her sister was saying.
    “I’m not at home. I’m somewhere else,” she mumbled, keeping her voice low.
    “His home?”
    Kat grunted. “The Empire State Building.”
    “You’re with a guy on the Empire State Building at two am. That sounds alarmingly like a date, sis. I’m curious. Is he hot? Cute? Rich? What’s his name?”
    There she went, jumping to conclusions.
    Kat swept her out-of-control red hair behind her ear. “Let’s talk about your game. Tell me the score. How badly did you beat...whoever you were playing against?”
    Unlike her father, she could not be bothered to keep tabs of who Keira was playing against.
    “No, let’s talk about this guy. The game’s over and I’ve won. You know what? Bring him to dinner. I’ll be home in a month and I want to see him. I bet Mom wants to, too. She doesn’t say it because she doesn’t want to hurt you, but like the rest of us, she hopes you won’t die alone.”
    “Keira, stop it,” Kat chided.
    “I’ll stop. Just let me talk to him. One minute. I want to hear his voice. Please, please, please. Let me, let me, let me.”
    Keira talking in triplets was not a good sign. Usually, this meant she kept going on and on until she got what she wanted. Which right now was talking to Alex.
    “Okay, one sec.” Kat gave in, knowing she couldn’t win. “Alex, do you mind just saying a quick hello to my sister?” She needed an excuse. “She...supports you for mayor and she has a few questions.”
    Bullshit. Keira didn’t know enough about politics to support anyone or ask questions.
    “’Kay.” Alex nodded.
    “Her name’s Keira. I’ll turn on