I can’t help it.
“He’s—well, I think he’sSimon.”
I text him back?—
Me:Morning. I still have grass stains on my knees and apparently, I keep smiling. Are you up for something other than goat yoga this morning? Lucinda Camille always goes to goat yoga. She’s annoying.
My phone rings before he could’ve possibly had time to read my answer.
And once again—I’m smiling.
Daphne grins at me. “I’m going to eat in my room.”
Before I can object, she’s gone, the smell of lasagna and coffee left behind in her wake.
And I’m answering Simon’s call. “Morning.”
“Could we talk your brother into hosting a separate goat yoga session elsewhere without notifying that Camille woman?”
Yep.
Just the sound of his voice has my vagina doing flips and my heart making moon-eyes. “You can’t declare war on the Camilles and then leave town.”
“So I shouldn’t host my own competing murder mystery dinner since the woman keeps inviting me to hers”
“No. That’ll only make it worse.”
“Do you know what I despise most in the entire world?”
“Something between milk and letting your parents see when you’re not actually happy?”
Silence settles between us.
That’s unusual.
“Or…something else?” I guess.
“No, you were spot-on,” he says. “Quite an astute observation. Well done. Even more spot-on than what I had intended to say, actually.”
“Which was?”
“Bullies. I despise bullies.”
“Mrs. Camille was very nice while I was dating Jake.”
“Did she make you call herMrs. Camille?”
“Yes.”
“That’s terribly awkward for a woman who was auditioning for the role of your mother-in-law. Even I’m allowed to call Lana’s mother by her first name, and her mother dislikes me greatly.”
I grab the teakettle and start filling it with water. “She doesn’t like you?”
“Goodness me, no. She wanted us to get married, and I’m fully to blame for that not happening.”
“Lana wanted to get married?”
“Absolutely not. I was a terrible catch back then. Still am, though I have a bit of fame and money going for me now.”
