“Are you ever not bouncing off the walls?” Ophelia asked as she strode out of my bedroom. Miles tipped an imaginary hat toward her before grabbing my bags. “Always a pleasure, crumpets.” I locked up, and the three of us caravanned down the stairs. “You two have fun,” Ophelia said as she rested her hip on the hood of her sleek little coupe. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I looked at Miles. “That’s a very short list of things.”
