She’s pretty.” “I hadn’t noticed.” She scoffs at me. Loudly. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve probably already slept with her, which means you noticed.” “Yeah, years ago. She used to stay out on the circuit and travel with us.” When I glance over, Winter’s skin has gone all pink and splotchy. She looks ready to blow a gasket. “Don’t tell me things like that,” is her hushed reply.

