“Do you ship these through the mail?” Ivy shook her head. “Most of my clients are local. I’ve mailed a few, but only when I needed to.” “Guess Boris is going to be busy shuttling you back and forth then.” Arching a brow, she glanced up. “What do you mean? I can get myself around just fine.” “As if Silas will just stand by while you hop on a bus,” Kat scoffed, sipping her juice. “There’s more of a chance of him joining the ballet.” A startled laugh escaped Ivy. “That’s a helluva mental image.”
