Perfect for You

know?"
    Eyes narrowed, she looked up at him. "Don't think that you can get away with that, just because you're all cute and smiling."
    His smile grew. "I'm cute?"
    He was more than cute. Her heart stuttered when she looked at him. "Not as cute as me."
    "No one is as cute as you." He kissed her, slowly and thoroughly. "Go take care of your sister, and then come back to me."
    She kissed him again, sighing. "Wish me luck."
    Max trailed his fingers along her cheek. "You don't need luck. You have love on your side."

 
Chapter Thirty
     
     
    It took three phone calls and seven texts to track Freya down. Though once her sister told her where she was, Anna figured she should have guessed.
    Anna wove through the throngs of people on the spiral escalators at San Francisco Centre, apologizing as she accidentally bumped the shoppers on her way to the shoe salon in Nordstrom.
    When she got to the right floor, the hushed environment made her pause. Maybe this wasn't the place to talk to Freya.
    But then she saw her sister's tall form and flaming red hair. Taking a deep breath, she strode over to her.
    Eve, holding out a shoe for Freya's inspection, saw Anna first. "Oh good, another woman for our shoe outing. What do you think of this?"
    Anna frowned at the gold strappy heels Eve had in her hand. "Are you thinking of becoming a Vegas showgirl?"
    Freya snorted. "There's your answer."
    Pouting, Eve put them down. "I thought they were pretty. They screamed success."
    "I'm not sure that's what it was screaming," her sister said, picking up another shoe, "but I do know if I wore those by the end of the day my feet would be screaming too."
    This was so not the time to talk to Freya. Anna stuck her hands in her pocket. "What's the occasion?"
    "We're looking for spectacular shoes for Freya's big presentation tomorrow. Plus shoes are therapy." Eve held up another pair.
    "No." Freya shook her head, making a face. "Electric blue? Really, Eve? How long have you known me?"
    "You're right." She replaced the shoes. "But rainbow snakeskin doesn't seem to be in this year."
    Rolling her eyes, Freya ambled around another table of designer shoes.
    Anna followed, feeling awkward. "What's the therapy for?"
    "Exorcising bastard men," Freya mumbled as she checked out another pair. "I like these."
    Eve's eyes widened as she looked at the pink shoes. "They're like lingerie for your feet, with that lacy garter-like strap across the toes. If you don't try them on, I will. I may try them on regardless."
    Freya nodded at a lurking salesman and asked for their sizes before moving on to another table of shoes. "So what was so dire that you braved coming to a shopping center? You hate shopping, Anna."
    "Nothing." She winced. "Well, something, but maybe I should wait until later."
    "No, now's a good time." Her sister sat down on a couch and patted the space next to her. "It was obviously important enough that you came all this way to see me."
    "Yeah, it is." She bit her lip and wondered what to do. Maybe this was the best place to tell her. Her sister wouldn't kill her in public. "Okay, so here's the thing—"
    "Here you go." The sales guy set the shoes on the floor. "Can I help you with these or get you anything else?"
    "This is fine for now, thanks." Freya took the shoes he offered and slipped them on her feet.
    "Move over," Eve said, cramming onto the couch next to Anna. She gasped as she tried on her pair. "I may need these."
    Freya stood and walked around. "They're more you. Maybe I'll try on the silver pair I saw first."
    "Do it."
    Freya asked for the other pair and then sat again. "So what were you saying, Anna?"
    She didn't know what she was saying. Frustration rose in her. She should have timed this better. She should have asked to see Freya privately.
    She should have thought about the consequences before messing with her sister's life.
    She shook her head. "I'll just talk to you another time."
    "I'm listening. Tell me what's wrong."
    She stood up. "I'll call you later."
    Freya grabbed her hand and pulled her back down. "Talk now."
    "No—"
    "Anna." Freya huffed in exasperation. "Just tell me."
    "Fine. I want to be a lawyer."
    The silence was deafening.
    Her face went red as Freya and Eve gaped at her. Heaving a sigh, she went for it, because there was no going back now. "I want to be a lawyer so I applied to law school and got accepted."
    "What?" Her sister frowned. "What about art?"
    "Art doesn't call me the way it does you."
    "But I thought you