“Ah, Margot. As pretty as always. When will you wise up and marry my son?” I snort. “Probably when we’re both reincarnated into our next lives and we’re stuck in an apocalyptic-like situation, à la Terminator, and the fate of the world rests in our hands.” “It’s a shame, darlin’, but if you won’t marry him, Jamie over there is anxious to see you.” Drew visibly stiffens. “Why would Jamie care if Margot is here?”
