No Regrets: Jani Kay (Firebird Trilogy Book 2)
everything.”
    I laughed. “Cupcake, you study so damn hard, I’m sure you’ll ace it. Mum told me you hardly slept and she had to force you to eat properly.”
    Lily shrugged. “You know how nervous I get. And living with Chloe in your apartment isn’t always easy.”
    My eyes snapped to hers. “What do you mean? What’s Chloe up to now?” I couldn’t help feeling annoyed. Chloe and I clashed all the time, so she was getting an earful from me if she’d hurt Lily in any way.
    She bit her lip. “Um...she’s fine. Really.”
    Lily hated when Chloe and I quarreled and she’d do anything to keep the peace.
    “Tell me. Nothing Chloe does surprises me.”
    As close as we were as sisters, Chloe and I often had heated arguments growing up and still did as adults. My mother called my middle sister her ‘wild child’ because she was such a free spirit. She spoke her mind, did as she pleased and lived life as if there were no tomorrow. As cautious as I was and as shy as what Lily was, so out there Chloe was. Sometimes I wished I could be more like her—carefree and spontaneous.
    “Oh, nothing unusual. She’d bring guys home...and I could hear them in her bedroom. So I used your earphones a lot . I’m so glad you got new ones and left the old ones behind.”
    Although she chuckled and made light of it, I could just imagine what went on. Chloe wasn’t shy around men. She collected them like other people collected stamps. Most men were attracted to her outgoing nature and larger than life personality. Poor Lily .
    I took a sip of my tea. “Well now you’re with me, you can sleep as much as you like. Besides Kurt, nobody comes here and there’s certainly no crazy sex going on.”
    “Please don’t tell Chloe I said anything.”
    Reaching out, I squeezed her hand. “If it will make you feel better, I promise I won’t.”
    I smiled reassuringly and changed the subject to our mother. Lily told me all her news, most of which I already was aware of as mum called me every week to find out if I was okay and eating properly. Even though I was a continent away, she couldn’t help herself worrying about me.
    Eventually we’d caught up and I noticed Lily’s eyes were glazing over. I threw a light blanket over her, encouraging her to take a nap. It wasn’t five minutes and she’d dozed off.
    I sat staring at her innocent face for a while. She was even more angelic when she slept. At least she’d keep me occupied while I struggled with my inner demons about what to do with Maxwell. The irony was that I missed him. He kept to his promise of giving me space as I’d demanded. Yet I was secretly disappointed, wanting to hear his voice. Yeah, it was fucked up and I knew it. When I was with him I ran away and when we were apart I missed him. Go figure.
    An hour later she woke up and seemed refreshed. She changed into jeans and a T-shirt and applied lip-gloss.
    “I’m ready to go. I'm excited to see his place,” she said, grinning.
    Lily’s cheeks flushed as we walked over to Kurt’s place. She was more curious about Kurt than any guy I’d ever known of. She bombarded me with questions, carefully trying to fish if we were in a relationship or not. The more I told her we were just great friends, the less she wanted to believe me.
    “There must be something wrong with you if you don’t find Kurt attractive,” she gushed, watching my face apprehensively.
    “I didn’t say he wasn’t attractive, Lily. All I said was he was a great friend and nothing more.”
    “So you wouldn’t mind if I took him up on his offer to take me sightseeing then?” She beamed, her cheeks rosy and her eyes bright.
    “Not at all, cupcake. I have a few things going on work-wise I’m trying to sort out, so it would be great if you spend time with Kurt. I know he’ll take good care of you. He’s a good man.”
    “Thanks, Sis. I’m glad I came to visit you. It's going to be great.”
    If my family and friends were happy, I was

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