Perfect for You

laughed. "I'm going to love this woman."
    He hoped so. Because he was pretty sure he already did.

 
Chapter Five
     
     
    "Hell." Anna jerked her car to the side of the road and put it in park. She checked the time on her cell phone—exactly ten minutes late for her date. And she was still ten minutes away from the restaurant.
    The thing was, she couldn't stop thinking about Greg Cavanaugh—about the way he'd caused her sister to spark to life. Yeah, partly because he irritated Freya, but there was a lot of underlying chemistry there too. If he weren't a lawyer, Freya would have been all over him.
    Anna tapped the steering wheel in rhythm to the song on the radio. She wanted Freya to be happy. Her sister deserved to be taken care of for a change. God—to think of all the things Freya had done for her. As a kid she hadn't really understood, but now she realized just what Freya had sacrificed for her: all her dreams.
    By rights, Anna should sacrifice her dreams for Freya now. Because how would her sister react if she told her she wanted to be a lawyer?
    She winced. Yeah, not so well.
    But she couldn't help it. Law intrigued her. She wanted to help people in a way that her father hadn't been helped. But more than that, law seemed to offer security. Money. Greg Cavanaugh certainly did well for himself.
    Just imagine—a full refrigerator. Hell, she could hire a chef.
    Once, six months ago, she'd considered laying it all on the table and telling Freya she wanted to go to law school. She'd worked up the courage and went over to Freya's, only to find her pacing back and forth in her living room, ranting about sneaky lawyers who duped people into believing fairy tales.
    Not the best timing.
    She still hadn't told her sister, which would only be a problem if she got accepted into law school. When , really, because she knew she was getting in—it didn't hurt that she'd scored so high on her LSATs. She'd start getting replies to her applications any day now, which meant she had to prep Freya for the inevitable and change her mind about lawyers.
    Greg was the key.
    Anna knew Greg was attracted to her sister—he kept asking her out despite Freya's rejections—but she hadn't realized how much Freya was attracted to him in return. Her sister couldn't take her eyes off him.
    "But will he be able to take care of her?" Anna mumbled, staring beyond the windshield. "Will he make her happy?"
    If the way they couldn't keep their eyes off each other was any indication, the answer was yes . Together, Greg and Freya sizzled. Anna's hair had almost curled with the electricity zapping between the two.
    But she had to be sure Greg wasn't an asshole in disguise, and she was compelled to make sure now . She knew he was at home—why put it off?
    She opened her cell phone and called her date to cancel dinner. Justin wasn't so understanding. "But I'm already at the restaurant," he complained.
    "So have dinner. They have good noodles. I'll make it up to you later."
    "I don't know, Anna. You don't seem to care about my feelings."
    What was it with men and their feelings? Every guy she went out with wanted to express. What happened to the tall, silent type? "I'm sorry you feel that way—"
    "I don't know where I stand." Justin huffed. "You know I want you to be my girlfriend."
    She sighed. "Do we have to get into this now?"
    "Yes."
    "Then the answer is no."
    " No ?"
    "No," she repeated firmly. He'd been entirely too clingy, and they'd only gone out a couple times. She couldn't imagine what he'd be like if they were semi-serious.
    "But—"
    "Gotta go, Justin. See you in class." Cringing, she flipped her phone close. She probably shouldn't have made the date with him to begin with. Men.
    Speaking of men...
    Putting the car in drive, she made U-turn and coaxed her car back uphill despite her protesting transmission. She parked three blocks away from Freya's Victorian, curbed her wheels, and started the steep trek back up the hill. She had a lawyer to interrogate.
    She ran up the stairs to the landing. Freya's door was the middle one—it was the middle flat after all—but she didn't know which one led to the top unit. Left or right?
    "One way to find out," she muttered. She stepped up to the one on the right and stood on her tiptoes to look in the high beveled window. If only she'd inherited some of their father's height like Freya, but she'd hit 5'3 when she was twelve and stopped growing.
    Cupping her hands around her eyes, she peered in.