"What's the first question?"I ask, downing half my wine in one go."Might as well get it over with."
Mom brightens like I've given her a present."How's that hunky billionaire of yours?”
“Aaaand there it is."I reach for the wine bottle."Luke is fine.The inn is fine.Everything is fine."
"You said 'fine' three times," Claire observes."That means nothing is fine."
"Or it means everything is adequately satisfactory."
"No one who's getting laid properly uses the word 'satisfactory,'" Harper says.
"Harper Elizabeth!"Mom gasps.
"What?We're all thinking it."Harper grins at me."So?Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Getting laid properly."
"I'm getting laid off from this conversation."I stuff a cracker in my mouth to avoid answering.
"That's a no," Claire diagnoses."If she was, she'd have that glow."
"What glow?"
"The 'I'm having amazing sex with a billionaire' glow," she explains."Very specific.Very enviable."
"Can we please talk about something else?"I beg."Literally anything else.Dad, how's your model train collection?"
"Oh, it's going great!"Dad perks up."I just got a new?—"
"No one wants to hear about trains, Frank," Mom interrupts."We want to hear about Sage's boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend.He's my business partner."
"Who you kiss," Harper slips in.
"Allegedly kiss."
"You literally told us you kissed him," Claire points out.
"That was...a momentary lapse in judgment."
"How many momentary lapses have there been?"Ben asks, speaking for the first time.Harper's husband usually stays out of family drama, but apparently, my love life is fascinating enough to draw him in.
"Two," I admit softly."Maybe two and a half."
"How do you have half a kiss?"David wants to know.
"It's difficult to explain.”
"Everything with Sage is difficult to explain,” Harper says."Remember when she tried to ‘explain’ why she was sabotaging her own love life in college?"
"I wasn't sabotaging?—"
"You dated a guy who collected belly button lint."
"He was conducting a scientific study.”
