Sweet Talk. Сьюзен Мэллери

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      “Two ingredients, including water. Very impressive.”

      Claire refused to let her sister’s sarcasm spoil her happy mood. This was her first real breakfast and it had turned out with only one try. Yay, her. Today oatmeal, tomorrow, a sandwich!

      Nicole reached for the bowl. “I thought maybe you were leaving.”

      “No, sorry. I’m here until you’re back on your feet.” She thought about Jesse’s unexplained absence. “Unless you want me to call Jesse and ask her to come.”

      “No.”

      “Are you sure?”

      Nicole’s gaze turned icy. “Jesse is not welcome here.”

      Okay, so there was a problem. Claire had already guessed as much. “When did you two stop speaking?”

      “I’m not discussing this with you.”

      “What did she do?”

      “What part of my previous statement didn’t you understand? She’s a born liar and a cheat. She lied to you about me wanting you here and she—” Nicole dropped her spoon back into the bowl. “Just go.”

      Claire assumed she meant from the bedroom rather than the house. Either way she stayed in place. “She’s just a kid.”

      “She’s twenty-two and you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

      Claire wanted to understand the problem, but she had a feeling that pushing wasn’t going to help. “You need to eat something.You’ll get better faster if you do.”

      “Motivation. That’s good.” She took a small taste of the oatmeal. “Brown sugar?”

      “Uh-huh.”

      Nicole ate a little more while Claire hovered in the doorway. She wanted to go sit down, but that felt too intrusive.

      The whole situation was crazy, she told herself. Why did things have to be so awkward? Although she knew the answer, she wanted it to be different. She wanted them to be different.

      “Why aren’t you on tour?” Nicole asked as she reached for her coffee. “Is that what you do with your day? Play piano for people? Won’t your adoring fans miss you?”

      Claire stiffened. Without wanting to, she remembered her last performance. The heat of the lights, the pressure in her ears, the murmur of the crowd and most of all, the tightness in her chest.

      She’d been unable to catch her breath, and had walked out on stage, feeling as if she was going to have a heart attack and die. She’d been unable to focus on her playing. There had only been the thundering of her heart and the knowledge that she would collapse at any second.

      She’d played badly because of it, she thought, recalling the humiliation. While she might play the same music over and over again, she always remembered that for her audience, this was a special event. They’d taken time from their busy lives, bought a ticket and come to see her. She owed them her best. That night she’d failed. Then she’d collapsed and had to be helped off the stage.

      Shame filled her. She’d failed publicly. She’d let the panic win. Worse, she didn’t know how to keep it from winning.

      “I didn’t mean for the question to be so hard,” Nicole said.

      “I’m taking a break,” she murmured.

      Nicole’s cell phone rang. She reached for it. “Hey, Sid. What’s up?” She paused, then groaned. “You have to be kidding. No, no. I understand.” Her gaze settled on Claire. “No way. Are you serious? But do you remember—Fine. It’s your call. I’ll tell her.”

      Nicole hung up, then looked at Claire. “We have a problem at the bakery.”

      Claire thought about the tumbling bag of salt and wondered what other damage it had done. “Which is?”

      “Our two morning clerks called in sick. There’s no one to work the front counter. Normally I would fill in or ask Jesse, but neither of those are possible. You’re going to have to do it.”

      “What? What do you mean?”

      Nicole rolled her eyes. “What was unclear? Work the counter. Take money for goods. Don’t panic. There’s no actual math involved. The cash register does that for you. Just take their money and give them change. Even you can do that.”

      Claire didn’t want to. She really didn’t want to. The potential to screw up seemed huge. But Nicole needed her.

      “Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it.”

      “Fine. Stay away from the back.”

      FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, Claire had changed and was heading to her car. She walked outside only to find Jesse leaning against her rental.

      “Hey, big sister. How’s it going?”

      “How’s it going? How’s it going? That’s all you have to say to me? You’re kidding, right?” She was both happy to see her sister and so angry she could spit. “You set me up. You lied to me. Nicole doesn’t want me here. She hates me. What is up with that? And why aren’t you around taking care of things?”

      “Nicole and I are having some issues.”

      “Guess what? I don’t care about that. How could you lie to me?”

      Jesse, tall and thin, pretty, with hair down to her waist, straightened. “I didn’t lie. Nicole did have surgery and she does need you.”

      “But she hates me. She’s not interested in reconciling and everyone she knows hates me.”

      “Well, that’s true.” Jesse actually grinned. “She tells some great stories about you.”

      “Great from whose perspective?”

      “Anyone listening. Probably not you.” Jesse sighed. “She needs help. I know she thinks I don’t care about her, but I do. I didn’t know who else to call. You’re here and that’s what matters.”

      Claire groaned. “It isn’t what matters. I don’t belong here.” Not that she was leaving, but still. “Every moment is uncomfortable. And who is Wyatt? He hates me, too. Did she spend all her time telling him horrible things about me?”

      “Not all, but some. Wyatt and Nicole are friends. Have been for a long time. His stepbrother, Drew, married Nicole. They, ah, just broke up a couple of weeks ago. I don’t know if they’re going to get back together.”

      Jesse crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke. Claire felt the undercurrents but didn’t know what they meant.

      “She never even invited me to the wedding,” Claire murmured.

      “Did you expect her to?”

      “Of course. I would have come.”

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