“Maybe. Right.” Spoken in a tone that clearly said Leah didn't believe a word of it.
“You're not gonna let me get away with anything, are you?” Leah asked, her tone mockingly indignant. “You're like an expert at being wily and making it impossible for me to make excuses. You better hope I forget this conversation later,” she added with a chuckle.
She offered a sympathetic but reassuring smile. “Then you two should do something with your interest in fashion. Maybe you can collaborate on a project of some sort.” She wasn't quite sure what to suggest as far as that went, but it was a starting point, at least.
Leah rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Well, of course. I mean, we have to have some kind of defense against our younger siblings.”
“It does, but it's their business, not mine. If something good works out between them, I'll be happy for the both of them, but if it goes bad...” She pursed her lips and shook her head. However it went – Brandon hurting Bea or Bea hurting Brandon – it would likely hurt Leah's friendship with Bea. She glanced at Vienna, wondering if the relationship (if it went bad) would ruin this friendship, as well. There really wasn't a positive that she could see. “I really hope this thing they have isn't like the things they've had with other people.”
Leah's knuckles had turned white from gripping the picnic table, but it wasn't helping take her mind off the jab of pain going through her stomach. She puffed out a breath and looked desperately at Vienna. Her 'yes' was cut off by another contraction, and she nodded instead. She doubled over. “I can't... This can't be happening now. It's too soon! Evan. I need Evan! Please!”