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"It's none of your business if I want to date your sister."
He was right.
It really wasn't. There was a lot of history between her and her sister, a lot of hurt and feelings of betrayal, and for good reasons. Wherever her sister went, she destroyed; her mere presence had disrupted her whole, more or less comfortable life; now her colleague was dating her.
Her colleague.
Yes. Because that's what he was; he was Scotty and she was Rush. Sometimes she was Lilly Rush, but she was never really just Lilly.
And it was better that way. If he wanted to date her sister, if he saw something in her, he obviously couldn't be right for her. The differences between them couldn't be bigger; her sister destroyed and Lilly restored. Lilly tried to mend, brought closer and helped heal old wounds while her sister had a talent for the opposite; she whirled into peoples lives, and when she left—and she would, she always did—she'd turn her back and leave a mountain of shards, of shattered hopes and feelings. Her sister…
No.
Lilly pulled the key out of her pocket and opened the door to her dark apartment, and her cats and voiceless pictures greeted her.
He was right.