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dinner on the table when they came home from
work. Look at my sisters. The lifestyle suited them. They had kids, beautiful
homes. Homes I helped decorate.
    But they didn't have the kind of careers
I wanted and that was fine for them. Okay, so Emily taught school. That was
great for her. She worked when the kids were in school. When they were home,
she was home, other than a couple days a year when she had to be at school for
conferences or whatever. Then Jake took over. Good job for my sister. It suited
her.
    Emily was a good teacher. But that wasn't
for me. I didn't want to stay home with kids. I loved my job. And I often
worked nights. What husband would put up with that?
    Nope, until I established my own business
and could set my own hours, I didn't want a man, let alone kids. I loved my
nieces and nephews. Loved them dearly and truth be told, sometimes I envied my
sisters. Amber, the romance novelist, worked from home. She set her own hours,
and if her kids were sick, she didn't have to take a day off work to attend to
them. Not that Amber didn't work hard, but once she published her fist romance
novel her career really took off. It seemed she cranked books out faster than
most people can think. Five, sometimes six a year.
    Besides that, Jake and Kevin were great
husbands and helped more than the average bear. They thought nothing of doing
laundry or making dinner. So it worked for my sisters.
    And Allie, well that poor girl couldn't
wait to get married. That's all she ever talked about. How many times had we
tried to talk some sense into her? Allie needed to finish college before she
thought about marriage. She needed some kind of career to count on. A back up
plan of sorts.
    Even Emily and Amber knew that. If
anything ever happened to Kevin or Jake, they could take care of themselves.
Heck, Amber could start her own web design firm if she wanted to, even now. Not
to mention the royalties from her books.
    How many times had all three of us ganged
up on Allie? Even our parents begged her to finish school. Although, God only
knew what any of us were worried about, Allie didn't even have a serious
boyfriend.
    Sometimes, I thought Allie said stuff
like that to get a rise out of us. Looking for attention more than likely. Poor
kid felt neglected since the grandkids came along. Not that Mom and Dad
neglected her. Ha, far from it. If anything, she was spoiled rotten. Hell, even
Emily, Amber, and I spoiled Allie. Always had. Yeah, poor little Allie. Baby of
the family and neglected. I had to stifle a laugh.
    But face it– my job was more demanding
than my sisters. I had to meet with clients at all hours. Whatever suited them.
Sure I tried to schedule the meetings at reasonable times to suit myself too,
but more often than not I gave in to their demands. It wasn't unusual to meet
with a client at seven or eight in the evening. After all, most of them had
careers too. And the ones that didn't had other responsibilities. Charity
events or club projects. Just because they were undeniably wealthy didn't mean
they sat around all day and did nothing. Nope, I didn't have time for men.
    "Hey, they're calling our flight for
boarding." Bill handed me a cup of coffee and shook me back to the
present. I put my phone back in my purse, stood up, took a sip of coffee and
hurried to the boarding gate.
    Bill found our seats and stored my
carry-on in the overhead compartment along with his duffel bag. How ironic that
we had seats together. Heck, I'd hoped we wouldn't even get on the same flight.
What was it I said about omens? That I didn't believe in them. Shoot, I didn't
even believe in fate. Maybe I was starting to believe after all. Whatever you
wanted to call it, I didn't like it.
    I leaned back and stretched my legs as
much as the area allowed, which wasn't much. One of the things I hated about
flying. Why couldn't they give you some decent leg room? I glanced at Bill's
long legs. Maybe I should quit complaining. At almost six feet tall, he