Emma didn’t look up immediately. “Lily?”

“Not quite,” came a smooth, too-bright voice.

Ross straightened from the desk, and Emma finally glanced over.

Vanessa stood in the doorway, hair perfect, her smile brighter than any fluorescent light. She was holding two cardboard coffee trays, one in each hand, like some benevolent caffeine fairy.

The sight alone put Emma’s guard up. The brother-sister pair never had something good in mind whenever they decided to bring ...