Travis loved the way his sister treated Gabby. Except for Travis, she was the only one who’d always seemed comfortable in Gabby’s presence.
Stephanie pulled up another chair and slid it closer to Travis. “And how are you doing, big brother?”
“Okay,” he said.
Stephanie gave him the once-over. “You look like hell.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re not eating enough.” She reached in her handbag and pulled out a bag of peanuts. “Eat these.”
“I’m not hungry. I just had lunch.”
“How much?”
“Enough.”
“Humor me, okay?” She used her teeth to tear open the bag. “Just eat these and I promise I’ll shut up and won’t bother you again.”
“You say that every time you’re here.”
“That’s because you keep looking like hell.” She tilted her head toward Gabby. “I’ll bet she said the same thing, too, right?” She’d never questioned Travis’s claims about hearing Gabby’s voice, or if she did, her tone reflected no concerns about it.
“Yeah, she did.”
She forced the bag toward him. “Then take the peanuts.”
Travis took the bag, lowering it to his lap.
“Now put some in your mouth, then chew and swallow.”
She sounded like their mother. “Did anyone ever tell you that you can be a little bit too pushy at times?”
“Every day. And believe me, you need someone to be pushy with you. You’re just lucky you have me in your life. I’m quite the blessing for you.”
For the first time all day, he gave a genuine laugh. “That’s one word for it.” He poured out a small handful of nuts and began to chew. “How are things with you and Brett?”
Stephanie had been dating Brett Whitney for the past two years. One of the most successful hedge fund managers in the country, he was wildly wealthy, handsome, and considered by many to be the most eligible bachelor south of the Mason-Dixon Line.
“We’re still going.”
“Trouble in paradise?”
Stephanie shrugged. “He asked me to marry him again.”
“And you said?”
“The same thing I said before.”
“How did he take it?”
“Fine. Oh, he did his ‘I’m hurt and angry’ thing again, but he was back to normal in a couple of days. We spent last weekend in New York.”
“Why don’t you just marry him?”
She shrugged. “I probably will.”
“Here’s a hint, then. You might want to say yes when he asks.”
“Why? He’ll ask again.”
“You sound so certain when you say that.”
“I am. And I’ll say yes when I’m positive he wants to marry me.”
“He’s asked you three times. How much more positive can you get?”
“He just thinks he wants to marry me. Brett is the kind of guy who likes challenges, and right now, I’m a challenge. As long as I stay a challenge, he’ll keep asking. And when I know he’s really ready, that’s when I’ll say yes.”
“I don’t know…”
“Trust me,” she said. “I know men, and I have my charms.” Her eyes glittered with mischief. “He knows that I don’t need him, and it practically kills him.”
“No,” he said. “You definitely don’t need him.”
“So, changing the subject, when are you going back to work?”
“Soon,” he mumbled.
She reached into his bag of peanuts and popped a couple in her mouth. “You are aware that Dad’s not exactly a spring chicken anymore.”
“I know.”
“So… next week?”
When Travis didn’t respond, Stephanie folded her hands in front of her. “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen, since you obviously haven’t made up your mind. You’re going to start showing up at the clinic, and at the very least, you’re going to stay every day until at least one o’clock. That’s your new schedule. Oh, and you can close the office on Friday at noon. That way, Dad’s only there for four afternoons.”
He squinted at her. “I can see you’ve been giving this a lot of thought.”
“Someone has to. And just so you know, this isn’t just for Dad. You need to go back to work.”
“What if I don’t think I’m ready?”
“Too bad. Do it anyway. If not for you, do it for Christine and Lisa.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your daughters. Remember them?”
“I know who they are…”
“And you love them, right?”
“What kind of a question is that?”
“Then if you love them,” she said, ignoring his question, “you’ve got to start acting like a parent again. And that means you have to go back to work.”
“Why?”
“Because,” she said, “you have to show them that no matter what horrible things happen in life, you still have to go on. That’s your responsibility. Who else is going to teach them that?”
“Steph…”
“I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but I am saying you don’t have a choice. After all, you haven’t let them quit, have you? They’re still in school, right? You’re still making them do homework, right?”
Travis said nothing.
“So, if you expect them to handle their responsibilities-and they’re only six and eight-then you’ve got to handle yours. They need to see you getting back to normal, and work is part of that. Sorry. That’s life.”
Travis shook his head, feeling his anger rise. “You don’t understand.”
“I understand completely.”
He brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose and squeezed. “Gabby is…”
When he didn’t continue, Stephanie put her hand on his knee. “Passionate? Intelligent? Kind? Moral? Funny? Forgiving? Patient? Everything you ever imagined in a wife and mother? In other words, pretty much perfect?”
He looked up in surprise.
“I know,” she said quietly. “I love her, too. I’ve always loved her. She’s not only been the sister I never had, but my best friend, too. Sometimes she felt like my only real friend. And you’re right-she’s been wonderful for you and the kids. You couldn’t have done any better. Why do you think I keep coming down here? It’s not just for her, or for you. It’s for me. I miss her, too.”
Unsure how to respond, he said nothing. In the silence, Stephanie sighed.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do?”
Travis swallowed. “No,” he admitted. “Not yet.”
“It’s been three months.”
“I know,” he said.
“When’s the meeting?”
“I’m supposed to meet with them in half an hour.”
Watching her brother, she accepted that. “Okay. I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you think about it some more. I’ll just head over to your place and see the girls.”
“They’re not there, but they should be back later.”
“You mind if I wait around?”
“Go ahead. There’s a key-”
She didn’t let him finish. “Beneath the plaster frog on the porch? Yeah, I know. And if you’re curious, I’m pretty sure most burglars could figure that out, too.”
He smiled. “I love you, Steph.”
“I love you, too, Travis. And you know I’m here for you, right?”
“I know.”
“Always. Anytime.”
“I know.”
Staring at him, she finally nodded. “I’ll just wait for you, okay? I want to know what happens.”
“Okay.”
Standing, she reached for her purse and flung it over her shoulder. She kissed her brother on the top of his head.
“We’ll see you later, okay, Gabby?” she said, not expecting an answer. She was halfway out of the room when she heard Travis’s voice again.
“How far should you go in the name of love?”
Stephanie half turned. “You’ve asked me that question before.”
“I know.” Travis hesitated. “But I’m asking what you think I should do.”
“Then I’ll tell you what I always do. That it’s your choice how you handle this.”
“What does that mean for me?”
Her expression seemed almost helpless. “I don’t know, Trav. What do you think it means?”