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loved it."
    "I do love it, but not as a career. I want to be a lawyer." She hurried on. "I know how you feel about lawyers, but I'm partly doing this because of what happened to Daddy. As a lawyer maybe I could make a tangible difference in someone's life. It'd be a way to give back for everything you've done for me."
    "Does that make sense?" Freya asked Eve.
    Eve nodded. "In a strange way."
    Her sister turned to her. "How long have you been accepted to law school?"
    "Not that long." At Freya's unyielding stare, she caved. "A couple weeks," she murmured.
    "Hell."
    The salesman came back with the other shoes. "These—"
    Freya grabbed the box from him. "Go away now."
    "Okay," he said meekly, blinking in surprise.
    Her sister shoved the shoes on her feet. "How are you paying for law school?"
    "You're acting like I said I wanted to go to clown college."
    "Close." Freya scowled at her feet and extended her legs. "I'm not loving these either."
    Anna exchanged a look with Eve, who wisely didn't say anything. Then she faced her sister. "I'll take care of law school. I don't expect you'll want to have anything to do with it. I can manage on my own. But that's not really what I came to talk to you about."
    "Well, whatever it is, it can't be such a bombshell, can it?"
    Anna grimaced. "ActuallyÉ"
    "Uh-oh," Eve mumbled under her breath. She stood up and went over to a table to look at a pair of shoes like they suddenly caught her attention.
    Freya faced her, her face stony and her arms crossed.
    It killed Anna when her sister looked at her like that. Part of her withered under that disappointed glare.
    But she needed to come clean. She owed Freya and Greg that much. "I was the one who told Connor to take you to those restaurants you don't like. I told him you wanted to be an earth mother."
    "And that I have birth hips?"
    She made a face. "Kind of. He may have improvised a little."
    Freya leaned in and hissed. "What the hell, Anna?"
    She grimaced on the inside, but she didn't back down. "I wanted you to hook up with Greg."
    "Sorry to interrupt," Eve said, "but I need that explained please."
    "I thought if Freya liked Greg she'd soften her stance on lawyers and be more accepting about me going to law school." She made a face. "I know, I know. It was a stupid idea. But Greg really likes her—"
    "How do you know that?"
    Her sister's icy tone made her cringe. "I talked to him."
    "About me?"
    "Yes." She rushed on. "Because I wanted to make sure he wasn't an unscrupulous bastard. He genuinely likes you, Freya, and he's a good guy. He wouldn't have anything to do with messing with Connor, and then he took the fall for me. He could have ratted me out at any time to save himself but he didn't do that."
    Eve sighed. "That was nice of him."
    They both looked at her.
    She shrugged. "It was nice of him. Especially given how much he likes you."
    "How do you know how much he likes me?"
    "You told him you'd sleep with him simply for inspiration, and he told you he'd try to convince you for more?" Eve lifted her hands. "How isn't that a testament of love?"
    "Let's not talk about Cavanaugh at the moment. Let's talk about my Benedict-Arnold-sister." She turned to Anna. "I'm angry at you."
    "I can't blame you. I'm angry at me too." She slumped in the seat. "But don't blame Greg for what I did. He doesn't deserve that. He's really great, and he loves you the way Daddy loved Mom."
    Tears filled Freya's eyes. She tried to blink them away but a couple escaped. She brushed at them impatiently.
    Anna did this to her sister—the person she loved the most in the whole world. Her heart broke and her eyes swam too. "I don't expect that you'll accept the law thing, but maybe you'll try to understand why I did what I did. Maybe one day you'll be able to forgive me."
    The look in Freya's eyes said when hell freezes .
    She stood. Then she'd find the biggest ice machine she could and try to make that happen. When her sister was more receptive. "I'm really sorry, Freya," she whispered.
    Her sister pressed a hand to her temple.
    Freya needed time. She forced herself to walk away even though she wanted to cling to her sister's legs and cry. Even though fear clawed at her belly, that she'd lost her sister forever.

 
Chapter Thirty-one
     
     
    Freya didn't have new power shoes when she walked into the conference room on Monday. She hadn't been in the mood to shop after Anna had dropped her little bomb and, frankly, shoes were Eve's thing.
    Instead, she was armed