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“What? Do you think I’m your personal Master Chef?”
“No,” she said, putting her glass in the sink.
“Then what are you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said.
“That’s what the twins say when they’re up to something,” I told her.
Honor huffed and left the kitchen without another word.
* * *
Saturday nightI went over to Joy and Sydney’s for dinner and to hang out.
“I bet you Honor is going to come to book club again. I should have asked her about it on Friday, but she was being all weird,” I said as Joy handed me a plate filled with salad. She’d made panzanella with a gorgeous tomato vinaigrette and chicken on top.
“Weirder than normal?” Sydney asked as we all sat on the couch. Their place was small and they’d rather have more room for books than a dining room set. The couch was more comfortable anyway, and Clementine would come and fall asleep in your lap, which was always nice.
“Yeah, it was much less odd when she didn’t talk to me. Now she’s just kind of awkwardly attempting small talk but she’s really bad at it?”
I shook my head and stabbed a lettuce leaf with my fork.
“Not everyone is a good conversationalist, but at least she’s trying?” Joy said.
“I wish she would go back to treating me like dirt,” I said.
“Maybe she likes you,” Sydney said.
I burst out laughing. “No way. She can’tstandme.”
“It’s just an idea,” Syd said in a sing-song voice. “Think about it.”
I absolutely would not.
* * *
My not thinkingabout it lasted all of a few hours. Once I was back in the guest house, Syd’s words wouldn’t leave me alone.
It was completely absurd, obviously. Completely.
Even if she did like me, which she didn’t, I didn’t want her to like me. She liked Mark! She wanted to marry Mark!
Ridiculous.
* * *
Liam finally agreedto hang out with me on Sunday, since Gwen had picked up an extra shift at the hospital. He asked if he could come over and do a few laps in the pool and I asked him if he could pick up dinner. He agreed and showed up with two different kinds of tacos, elote, and drinks, so he really went all out.
“You’re my favorite brother,” I said as we sat by the pool. The girls were at a friend’s house and Mark was off somewhere, which was unusual. I didn’t keep tabs on him all the time, but it was unusual for him to be out on a Sunday evening.
“I’m literally your only brother,” he said, squeezing some more sour cream on his taco.
“And yet, you’re still my favorite,” I said, grinning at him.
He snorted and carefully sat next to the pool with his feet in the water.
“Don’t you dare drop that in the water or else I’m going to have to fish it out,” I said.
