Prologue
"Emma! Please!" He was pleading with her. She couldn't see her brother because he was on the phone, but she just knew he was kneeling.
"August, I can't just drop everything and move to Ireland!" she protested as she ran her free hand through her long blonde hair. She heard him exhale a sharp breath. "You're on your knees aren't you?"
"Maybe. Would it help?"
(Idiot.)
"Do you know how long it's been since I've worked with you? I haven't worked on costumes, or sewn, or distressed or anything in years!" August worked in the movie business as a costumer who, besides working on fittings for actors' outfits, also did some distressing work. He'd called in desperation because one of his assistants had to leave production and he needed someone to take her place. When he first started, Emma worked with him to get his business off the ground and when he'd left for California, she stayed in Manhattan.
"Emma, you were the best. Please!" He was starting to sound more desperate. "I love you little sister." Emma ran her hand down her face with a groan because now he was playing dirty. She and August were never adopted. When they both left the system (he was 18 and she was 17), they stayed with each other, only separating many years later when August went to Los Angeles.
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"I know you're smiling you smug bastard." He chuckled lightly.
"You should be receiving your flight confirmation email tonight", he said. "Think of it this way Emma: it's a nine month vacation in Ireland-"
"I'm going to be working."
"Whatever, it's still going to be fun. We'll be together again..and you never know, it might change your life."
Gods…how right he was.