I follow her to the front door and find Becs sitting on the bench in our front entrance, her head in her hands and her shoulders shaking with obvious sobs. The sight breaks my heart.

“Oh my gosh, Becs!” Without thinking, I drop to my knees in front of her and wrap her in my arms. She slides to the ground, puts her arms around me and rests her head on my chest like her brother did last night. “Are you okay?” She nods against me, but she’s still sobbing and I can’t make out her words. “Is Rob—” My stomach flips and I can’t finish that sentence. Becs shakes her head again, more violently this time. She takes a deep breath. “Did something happen to Devin?”

“Screw that asshole!” she shouts, and her hazel eyes, red from crying, flash with a ferocious anger. I know that look. Somehow, it’s more intimidating coming from petite Becs than burly Devin.

My eyes go wide and my eyebrows shoot into my hairline. “Wow. Okay. Want to tell me what the asshole did?”

“He found out I was accepted to Notre Dame and he lost his mind. He said the only way I’m going to a college out of state is over his dead body.”

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and rub my hand down her back. “And what did you say?”

“I told him I could make that happen.”

Those wild eyes fix on me and I picture this fierce and fiery young woman going toe-to-toe with her overbearing big brother. I lose it. I crack up, letting out a deep laugh and keeling forward until my head hits the floor.

“Make it happen!” I spit out between hysterical fits.

My laughing is contagious and Becs loses it right next to me. I grab my stomach with the ache setting in. We laugh until we’re both crying. I take a couple of deep breaths and wipe the tears out of my eyes.

“Oh, I love you, kid.”

She smacks me on the shoulder. “I’m not gonna let someone in a unicorn onesie call me a kid.”

I hold up my hands in submission. “Fair. No need to take me out, killer. Come on, let’s get some ice cream and you can tell me all about it.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lead her into the living room where all my sisters sit, pretending they weren’t listening to every word we said.

“Ladies,” I announce. “We have an honorary Kappa for the night. This is BB and she needs some serious big sister love. Stat!”