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bows and whistles he’d wanted her to be.

      The intercom on his desk buzzed and he clicked back onto his home screen. Lola Lombard had distracted him enough for one day.

      ‘What is it, Jerrie?’

      ‘Your sister to see you.’

      ‘Send her in.’

      He loved the way Cari dropped by to see him despite her manic schedule and today he was especially glad. She may not want a fancy wedding but he’d make sure she enjoyed his gift.

      He stood and made it halfway across his office before she strode into the room, her black business suit creaseless, her hair and make-up immaculate for someone who’d hit the courts ten hours earlier.

      He’d always been immensely proud of Cari and all she’d achieved and while she was getting married he couldn’t help but wonder if she was slotting in her marriage among the rest of her appointments in the meticulous diary she kept.

      ‘Hey, sis. Glad you could make it.’

      He kissed her cheek, smiling when she barely paused en route to his desk, where she started searching it.

      ‘Where’s this surprise you mentioned on the phone?’

      ‘Ah…so that’s why you dropped in. And here I was, thinking you missed seeing your amazing brother who you haven’t had time for all week.’

      ‘I don’t have time for this so cut to the chase.’

      She tempered her brisk tone with a cheeky smile, the same one she’d given him every time she used the well worn phrase; she’d been telling him to cut to the chase for a long time now.

      ‘Fine. I won’t bore you with details so here’s the low-down.’

      He perched on his desk, enjoying himself immensely. ‘You know how you’ve cleared your schedule for a month for the wedding?’

      ‘Yeah, I don’t know how Hugh talked me into that.’ She blew out an exasperated little huff but the corners of her mouth curving into a smile belied her belligerence. Hugh Hoffman was the only guy who’d come close to taming his strong-willed sister and it had been nothing short of a miracle that he’d coerced her into taking a whole month off from her precious job.

      ‘I’ve talked to Hugh and he’s given me the go-ahead to snaffle a week of your time.’

      She frowned and glared at him over the top of her rimless spectacles.

      ‘Not that Hugh has any say in what I do and how I spend my time, but what are you raving on about?’

      Grinning, he spun around his computer screen. ‘I’m throwing you a hen’s party, sis. Not just a night, a whole week’s worth.’

      ‘You’re insane…’ The rest of her protest died on her lips as she focused on the screen, the spark of interest obvious as she caught sight of the Go Retro home page.

      ‘Wow, check out those clothes,’ she murmured, edging closer to the screen, squinting to get a better look.

      ‘You will be,’ he said, pulling up two chairs so they could sit. ‘I know you love this old stuff and you’d never take time out to check it out yourself so I’m kidnapping you and that ratbag motley crew you call friends and locking you away in my Mount Macedon place for a week, with Go Retro throwing you a hen’s bash you’ll never forget.’

      Dragging her gaze away from the screen, she stared at him with wide eyes.

      ‘I take it back. You’re not insane. You’re certifiable. How on earth… Where did you get the idea… I don’t believe this…’

      He laughed at her lack of words, something his garrulous sister never had a problem with.

      ‘Consider it my wedding present to you.’

      He jerked his thumb at the screen, relieved when she bought his distraction. She’d honed that death glare to a fine art as a kid and it had been perfected with age. ‘You and Hugh have everything, so this is a special something you’d never buy yourself.’

      When she didn’t speak, trepidation shot through him. Cari was his only sibling, the only person on the planet he truly cared about and he’d do anything to make her happy.

      She’d done so much for him growing up: giving him a home, some semblance of family, when their parents were too busy indoctrinating their students rather than caring for the kids they had waiting futilely for them at home every night.

      How many nights had they made macaroni cheese together, studied together, watched Tom and Jerry reruns until sleep had claimed them and their folks still hadn’t made it home from Melbourne University? Too many and their closeness was as much about enforced dependency as blood ties.

      ‘Come on, sis, say something.’

      This time when she looked at him, every muscle in his body relaxed, for those weren’t tears of anger in her eyes. They were tears of joy.

      ‘This is the most brilliant gift anyone has ever given me and I can’t thank you enough.’

      She launched herself into his arms and hugged him until he could barely breathe, the two of them laughing as they disentangled.

      ‘So I get to play dress ups with all that gorgeous gear for a week?’

      ‘Yeah, and a whole bunch of other stuff, which I’ll tell you about once I get the itinerary straight with Lola.’

      ‘Lola?’

      He deliberately kept his tone devoid of any emotion; too little too late if Cari’s quirked eyebrow was any indication.

      ‘Lola Lombard, the owner. She’ll be running your hen’s party.’

      Cari’s astute gaze bored into him. ‘Can’t believe a woman who owns a shop like that would take a week out of her schedule to run a private party.’

      ‘It’s part of her business, running parties.’

      Along with her sideline of pilfering phones and distracting men.

      ‘Uh-huh.’ Cari tapped her bottom lip with a perfectly manicured fingernail. ‘Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me everything?’

      ‘Because you’re naturally suspicious?’

      Swivelling the screen back towards him, he shut down the notebook.

      ‘So now you know the big secret you can head back to your glass office in the sky and sue a few more corporations.’

      When she opened her mouth to protest, he held up a finger.

      ‘But remember, a fortnight from today, get ready to party.’

      With a rueful smile, she patted his cheek and sailed out the door, her fingers already glued to her smartphone as she checked for emails from clients.

      They were so alike: busy, driven, ambitious, thriving on the challenge of business at a high level.

      The lawyer and the CEO; as far removed from their parents, the English Lit professors, as could be.

      He often wondered if that was what drove them—the unspoken urge to be nothing like the parents who hadn’t given a toss about them.

      It sure had spurred him on, to enter an industry filled with fun and parties and light-heartedness, as far removed from his sterile childhood and his parents’ academic snobbery.

      Not that he and Cari ever discussed it. Instead, they paid the obligatory visits at birthdays and Christmases, made perfunctory small talk with the people who were more strangers than family, before escaping for another few months.

      Though not a strained visit went by without him wishing they’d show some interest: in his career, his success, his life. Futile wishes, considering his folks continued to be absorbed by their students, their timetables and themselves, in that order.

      Whatever

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