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Ivy and I were bookend brunettes, my hair a shade too light to be considered black and my sister’s a fraction too dark to be blond.
“I don’t think furniture companies do same-day delivery on a Saturday night,” I said, stating the obvious. Bodie set my bags against the wall and then leaned back against the doorjamb. “They do,” he told me, “if you’re Ivy Kendrick.”
This wasn’t worth yelling over. It wasn’t even worth a heated whisper.
“Because if you did, you’re in luck.” “I’m always in luck,”
When the First Lady of the United States sits down next to you and asks you if you would like a scone, you say yes.
“I see you’re the strong and silent type,” Asher said sagely. “I never shut up, so we’re going to get along smashingly.”
“I’m tired of everyone liking me all the time and it’s liberating to be around someone with no expectations. Or maybe you just looked like you could use a friend.”
“Nothing electronic is ever truly deleted.”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Emilia gave her brother a look. “Is this my kidding face?” Asher asked her. Emilia glared at him. “It’s the only face you have.”
“But, hey, procrastination is the mother of invention, right?”
“Because heaven forbid Hardwicke just teach American history.”
“Chivalry isn’t sexist,” Asher told me.
with sweet, Southern manners and the mind of Machiavelli?”
Henry had a rare gift for sounding reasonable no matter what he was saying.
“My spidey senses tell me that Henry’s mom was not overcome by a sudden desire to honor the queen of Denmark.”
“Who attends state dinners?” I asked with a sinking feeling. “Three hundred of the president’s closest colleagues and friends.” Asher paused, thinking. “Members of the cabinet and staff, the vice president and his family, assorted governors, donors, lobby firm executives, Hollywood celebrities, professional athletes, philanthropists, congressmen, and a half-dozen partridges in a governmental pear tree.”
“I won’t say I told you so,” Asher replied. “But let’s just take a moment of silence
“I don’t dance,” I said flatly. “You do,” he replied, “if you want to get a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of the room with no one the wiser.”
Bodie’s phone rang. Ivy. I knew it was her, the way you know the protagonist of a horror movie really shouldn’t go down into that basement.
She walked like she had somewhere to be.
