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her hands. She was an amazing cook, which was a good thing because Emily could burn water.
    â€œAnd how did
he
take this turn of events?” Sara asked.
    â€œHe thinks it’s funny.”
    â€œIt is.”
    â€œNo, it’s not.” Emily sighed.
    â€œYou gonna sleep with him again?”
    â€œNo!” Emily said. “And would you focus on the real problem here? I now have to work with someone I got naked with.”
    â€œSo?”
    â€œSo, it’s unprofessional!”
    Sara out and out laughed at this. “Only if you accuse him of stalking you again.”
    Emily opened her mouth, but realized Sara was grinning. And it had been a long time since her sister had been happy. Since she’d dumped her model girlfriend Rayna in fact. Six long months. There’d been times Emily had despaired of ever seeing Sara happy again. “Well I guess it’s nice to see you smiling, even if it’s at my expense.”
    Sara shrugged. “Like you always say, life sucks and then you move on.”
    Did she say that? Had she really taught her sister that? “No,” she said slowly. “Life doesn’t suck.”
    â€œUh-huh,” Sara said. “Let me see your calendar.”
    Emily strode to her purse and pulled out her phone. “Here. Why?”
    Sara accessed The Plan.
    â€œHey,” Emily said. “That’s just for me—”
    â€œRight here.” Sara had gone back to the day Emily had found out where her internship was going to be. All that was typed in the square was “life sucks.”
    â€œOkay,” Emily said. “But that was a really bad day. Sara, life doesn’t suck.”
    â€œThen why does today’s page say: three hundred sixty-four days left until—”
    Emily made a grab for the phone, but Sara was quicker. And taller. Sara held it out of reach. “—until I’m back in L.A.,” she continued reading, “at a great job and can reconnect with John.” She frowned. “John?”
    â€œJohn Number
Two
.” She didn’t talk about John Number One, the cheating, lying, rat-fink bastard. At Sara’s blank look, she added, “My college study partner.”
    â€œYeah, but that was for what, two minutes?”
    â€œA whole semester,” Emily said defensively. John had taken her out for pizza in exchange for help in their psych class. He’d been handsome and smart, and he’d seemed genuinely interested in her. Plus he’d always paid for her meals, a huge bonus since she’d been on a budget so tight anything other than ramen had been a treat.
    After he’d gone to law school and she’d gone to vet school, they’d lost contact. But it could still happen.
    Maybe.
    Okay it was highly unlikely, even she knew that she used the abstract idea of getting together with John as a way to give herself security, and something to look forward to on her plan.
    After a very complicated, not to mention emotionally draining, last few years, she wasn’t up for the complication.
    In any case, Sara didn’t look impressed. “Wasn’t he the guy who had his life all compartmentalized out? In a planner?”
    â€œHey, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
    â€œUh-huh,” Sara said.
    She could do worse. John was driven, smart, kind, and yeah, he liked a good plan as much as she did. “He’s a good guy,” she said.
    â€œDoes he know that you tell people you’re planning on putting a ball and chain on him?”
    Emily bit her lip. “I don’t tell people that.”
    Sara rolled her eyes and handed back the phone. “And some say
I’m
the oddball sister.”
    Whatever. It was a good, solid plan, and that was important to Emily. It gave her security, which she’d lacked for some time now. It gave her a road map to follow, and she wasn’t going to take any detours. She’d had enough detours to last a lifetime. The