April laughed. “That makes one of us. I’ve already watched enough softball games to be set for a lifetime, but it looks like we’re just getting started with Sydney.” She walked past Blair and opened the back door of Erin’s car. “There’s my favorite nephew in the whole wide world. How was the beach, buddy?”

“It was so much fun,” Nolan said as April unhooked him from his car seat and he hopped out. “We went on the sand and in the pool and played in an arcade. I don’t like the ocean. It’s scary. But I loved everything else. And Da-men and Mar-sol took me on all the rides while Mommy and Bear had special time.”

Erin squeezed her eyes shut. Shit. Nolan really had no idea how right he was about their special time, but April was going to have a field day with this. When she walked around the front of the car holding Nolan’s hand, she looked at Erin with a raised eyebrow. “Special time?”

As Erin had a brief internal panic attack over how to respond, Blair spoke up. “I thought Erin could use some time with an adult, and since I was the closest thing to one, I decided to surprise her by having my friend Marisol and her boyfriend, Damien, come down the shore to watch Nolan for a few hours.”

“Aw, isn’t that the sweetest thing ever?” April asked before mouthing the words I really like her at Erin.

Erin simply smiled back at her sister because she wasn’t going to have this conversation right in front of Blair. It turned out she couldn’t avoid the conversation forever, and as soon as Sydney’s first game ended, April asked if she could walk to the car with her to get an extra water bottle for Sydney.

“So, tell me more about this special time, ” April said, once they were far enough away that Blair couldn’t possibly hear them. Thank god.

Erin shrugged. “It was nice. We hung out and… relaxed.” She could feel her face warming from the thought of what they had actually done. God, Erin wished she could get out of her own head so she could allow that to happen again.

“So, are you going to tell me the truth about what happened or am I going to have to keep making assumptions?” April looked at Erin and wiggled her eyebrows. “My assumptions are pretty damn fun, so I’m fine making them.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be my older, more mature sister?” Erin asked, trying to skirt around April’s question.

“Older, yes. I never claimed to be more mature.”

“Hmm. I thought the eight extra years you had on me would make that happen naturally.”