“You too! Say, are you busy this weekend?”
“Rose!” Wynter hissed, but it was too late.
And that was how Marcus had been invited to Christmas karaoke night.
9
MARCUS
“Karaoke? Really?”
Marcus glanced at his sister in the back seat and shrugged. “I thought you liked to sing, Izzie.”
Isabelle wrinkled her nose. “Sure, in the shower. In the car with the radio turned up so loud you can’t tell if I’m off key.”
Her fiancé draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close so he could kiss the crown of her head. “Someone who can play piano as well as you do can’t be bad at karaoke.”
“Just because I play doesn’t mean I can sing.”
“I beg to differ.” Jason chuckled.
“He’s right, Izzie. I’ve heard you sing. You’re good.”
Once again, she made a face, and he laughed. Then she leaned forward so her head popped out between the two front seats over the center console. “Since when doyoulike to sing? Does this happen to have anything to do with Wynter?”
Marcus shrugged. “She’s going to be there. And some of her friends, too.”
“Oh? I didn’t know she had other friends in town.”
At the memory of a similar statement he’d made regarding Wynter, Marcus lifted his shoulders nearly to his ears. “Don’t let her hear you say that.”
“Well? Who else did you guys hang out with? I can’t remember you having friends either.”
He side-eyed her a flat look. “Gee, thanks.”
She punched his shoulder playfully. “Kidding. But seriously, who else is coming?”
“Some girl named Rose.”
“Rose? Rose Taylor?” Jason said.
Isabelle twisted to stare at her fiancé with curiosity. She swung her glance back to Marcus. “You know her?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Marcus rubbed the back of his neck. “Met her briefly. Red hair. Big personality.”
Jason grinned. “That’d be her.”
This time Isabelle slugged Jason. “Who is she?”
He rubbed his upper arm. “Ow.”
She huffed. “Don’t be a baby.”
Marcus glanced between the two of them in the rearview mirror with a chuckle, but he couldn’t deny he was curious as well. “Turns out Wynter met her in college.”
“Wynter went to Cornell?” Jason asked.
Isabelle groaned exaggeratedly. “Who is Rose Taylor?”
