When Alec Met Evie (Appies, #6)

by Jenny Proctor

Alec appears beside me and holds his hand out for Juno’s carrier. “Can I take her inside?” “Yeah, thanks,” I say. “I’m just talking to Megan.” “Hi, Alec!” Megan yells through the phone. “Have I told you you’re the best brother ever?” Alec grins as his eyes drop to my phone. “Is there anything else I can carry?” I retrieve the portable crib from the trunk, then hand it over, along with the diaper bag and a second bag full of extra diapers and wipes. Both shoulders are laden with bags by the time he makes his way inside, the crib in one hand and Juno’s carrier in the other. I spend an extra long moment admiring the way his back and shoulders flex with the effort, then slam my trunk closed with a sigh. “I should get inside,” I say to Megan. “But trust me. You don’t have anything to worry about.” “Stop it,” Megan says. “Don’t make it sound like that. I’m not worried about you and Alec. I’m just worried about you, in general. Your scars are still fresh, Evie.” “It’s been almost a year,” I say. “Which, I’m not saying that because I want to date your brother. I’m just saying, maybe you don’t need to worry so much. I’m doing okay.” Megan’s quiet for a beat before she asks, “You really think so?” “I mean, my bank account balance is abysmal, I still can’t fit into my favorite jeans, and I’m hormonal enough to cry at every single dog rescue video that comes across my feed. But otherwise, yeah. I really think so.” I circle the car and open the back door to get my duffel bag. “In that ...