“What about your brother?”
“What about him?” she asked as they cut across the parking lot of the grocery store.
“Why isn’t he helping her with rent?”
She laughed. “My brother was the one who took money from me to fix my car and didn’t, remember? He’s not reliable. Plus, he’s probably back living with my mom.”
Damn. He had nothing to say to that. The blast of air-conditioning hit them as the automatic door slid open. Emma paused, looked up and around, and turned toward the bakery. Sean followed. She kept walking, and he stopped by the coffee cakes. A chocolate-chip cake sounded good.
“What about this?” He held up the plastic container.
“Uh-uh. It needs to be birthday cake.”
Sean held on to the coffee cake but followed her to the refrigerated section. She looked at the display for a m
