“Look, you can still keep trying. Keep sending applications out, but in the meantime, will you please, please, just interview?” She laced her hands together in a pleading pose.
Lacy was good. Really good. When did she get this good?
Oh, who was Andy kidding? She’d always been easily wrapped around her baby sister’s finger.
Andy rubbed her hands over her eyes, aware that she was going to give in but not quite ready to admit it. “Just an interview?”
“That’s all I’m asking.” Lacy’s tone was relieved. Excited, even, and Andy had yet to agree. “Go and find out what it all is, how much you’d get paid. When you’ll get paid. Maybe the guy’s a total hottie and easy to work for.”
“Not likely. From his ad, he’s an obvious douchecanoe. Much like the last one.” Andy could picture him now—a stiff-collared, self-centered workaholic who found time to get a weekly manicure but couldn’t bother putting in the effort to find a date. He might even be attractive, but no one was good-looking enough to make up for being the total ass-hat that the ad portrayed.
“I don’t know. Some people don’t know how to express themselves in writing. He could be a prince in frog’s clothing.” They looked at each other for a minute and burst out laughing. “Okay, he’s probably a douche, but we need the money.”
“You don’t even know if I’ll get the job.” Please, God, let me not get the job.
“You will.”
“You don’t know that.” Though Lacy’s faith in her was sort of cute.
“I do. But all I’m asking is for you to check it out. Go to an interview.” The puppy-dog eyes were out again. Even bigger now.
It was time to give in. Andy had nothing left to argue. “All right, all right. I’ll go.” She put a hand up to halt Lacy’s victory dance. “Just to feel it out, though. I’m not promising anything else.” And maybe it wouldn’t be as terrible as she guessed.
“Thank God!” Lacy whipped out a folded piece of paper from her back jeans pocket and handed it to Andy. “I already set it up for you. Your appointment’s at three. Here’s where you’re going.”
“What?” Andy peered at her sister’s pencil scratch. It was an address downtown. “You set something up without knowing I’d agree?”
Lacy offered an innocent one-shoulder shrug. “I knew I’d talk you into it. Eventually.” She grinned. “And I didn’t want you to drag your feet and find the opportunity gone. We need the money.”
“Okay, I get it. Now. I should have realized before, I’m sor—”
“Stop! I don’t want to hear that word from you again today, okay?”
“Fine. Fine.” Andy laced her fingers and stretched them out over her head. Why did she feel like she’d just been manipulated by a master con artist?
Oh, yeah. Because being coerced by her sister was pretty much the same thing.
Andy ran a hand through her hair. “Guess I better figure out what I’m going to wear.” Her new suit would be perfect. But how to sneak it on without Lacy discovering she’d bought it instead of paying the web bill …
“Thank the Lord you’re finally changing out of those TARDIS PJs. You’re starting to smell.” Lacy reached for the tablet. “Now I’m taking back my iPad. I have some Internet stalking to do. Darrin said there’s a new sound coming out of Cambridge. I need to check it out. See if it’s competition.” Lacy swiped at the screen. “What the hell?”
“What’s wrong now?”
“It says we have no Internet connection. I don’t get it. It was just working.”
Andy was up out of her seat before her sister had finished talking. “I’m just going to jump in the shower.”
She’d made it halfway to the bathroom when Lacy screamed after her. “Dammit, Andy!”
At least Andy didn’t have to figure out how to break the Internet news. Now to get a job.