She’d wanted that rightness for Mac and Emma, too, but this was more. This was her
brother, and her sister in everything but blood. These were two of the most important people in
her life, and she wanted, so much, for them to be happy. To be happy together would be like a
gift for her nearly as much as it would be for them.
She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A
rightness. She’d always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she
was good at what she did.
“One down!” Laurel announced.
“You started before I did.”
“Not my problem.”
“Fine.” Parker watched Del dig in. “No more nice guy.”
Shaking her head, Parker started another set of crunches.
They’d passed mile three with Del taking the lead when Mac dragged herself in.