“Faye!” she squealed.
I didn’t even get a word out before she leaned in and kissed both my cheeks dramatically, hands gripping my arms as though we’d been separated for years instead of days. I let out a surprised laugh—one of those helpless ones that just push out of your chest whether you want them to or not.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, wiping an imaginary lipstick stain off my face.
“To see my dear sister-in-law, of course,” Irene said, tossing her hair as she flopped into the chair opposite my desk.
I raised a brow at her theatrics but couldn’t stop my smile. With Irene, you didn’t really have a choice. Her excitement was its own weather system—loud, bright, infectious.
Then her eyes dropped to my hand.
“Let me see it,” she demanded, though she was already leaning across
