The Interview (The Whittingtons, #1)

by Donna Alam

“Hello, Whit.” Her voice is almost as husky as the last time she’d uttered my name. Whit! Oh God, Whit! “How are you?” Me? Oh, I’m just going to hell…

“I forgot you two already know each other.” “H-hardly,” Whit stutters, the words coming out like a motorbike with problems starting. How cute! I made the hot man stutter!

The Psychology of Fashion. What’s she going to do with that? Help a Vivienne Westwood dress deal with its existential crisis when it goes out of style?

“I’m beginning to think you’re the kind of person who, when faced with a red flag, just sprinkles glitter on it.”

“Should we open champagne?” Heather suddenly appears behind Archer. “To welcome Mimi to the family. I think it’s the least we can do, given she’s been tongued by two members of it.”

I angle my attention Brin’s way, and he nods. “I had a job in a sandwich place. I got fired for putting my finger in the pickle slicer.” He shrugs. “She got fired, too.”

“There you go sprinkling glitter on red flags again.”