“Both, and neither. I’d say she’s confused.”
“Then mission accomplished.”
“That’s so typical. Why do you want to confuse her?”
“She started it.”
She tipped down her sunglasses to peer at him over the tops. “I think you just regressed to
the age of eight. Started what?”
He shot her another look. “I may be eight, but I know you and your pack. You know what
she started, and now you’re trying to wheedle out my side of it.”
“I don’t have to wheedle, and you don’t have to tell me. Sorry,” she added when her phone
rang. “Shawna, hi! I just left Laurel in the kitchen where she was finishing your cake. It’s
going to be gorgeous. All right. Uh-huh. No, no, don’t worry. I’ll call my travel agent and ...
That was resourceful. Do you have his new flight number? Yes.”