“Sawyer said you like egg-white omelettes. So…enjoy!”
I was as peppy as I possibly could be, and I did a damn good job pretending to be everything she could ever want in a sister-in-law.
“Well, I need a shower and then I have to get to work. Oh, and I also made some tea. It’s a specialty of mine. I hope you like it.”
“Tea?” she scoffed.
“Yes, and it’s very tasty. It’s one of the favorites from my shop.”
She nodded, but the disgust on her face couldn’t be hidden, even if she tried.
Without a thank you or even so much as a half-smile, she went to Sawyer’s room and shut the door.
“You’re welcome,” I said to the door. “Oh, no. It really wasn’t a problem at all. I was happy to help.”
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my things out of my bedroom and headed for the bathroom. I had even less time to get ready now that I had attended her highness, but I could make it work.
Except that when I turned on the shower, there was no hot water. Not warm water or even lukewarm water. It was cold. Freaking cold water that would do nothing to improve my mood.
I stuck a toe in the shower, but that only solidified the fact that I definitely would not be taking a shower this morning. I needed hot water, and if I stuck my head under the freezing cold stream, I would never warm up the rest of the day.
Shutting down the shower, I grabbed my things and huffed all the way back to my room, getting dressed and spraying myself with enough perfume to cover any smelliness. My hairwas ratty from having slept first in my car, and then on someone else’s couch.
I did the best I could with it, even using some cream to smooth it out, which only made my hair feel greasy.
“Disgusting,” I muttered, choosing instead to throw my hair up in a messy bun.
I felt so off-kilter this morning. Nothing was going right, and the circles under my eyes made me feel twice as old as I actually was. I grabbed my coat and slipped on my shoes, ready to get the hell out of here. At least at my shop, I was all alone and could ignore the fact that my brother had picked up a woman twice as old as us.
“Josie!” Scarlet called out as I rushed out to Delilah. “Oh, Josie! Hold up!”
Gritting my teeth, I turned to Scarlet, who stood in the doorway—couldn’t even walk out the front door. “Yes?”
“Hey, I was wondering if I could use your car today. I have a few errands to run.”
“I need my car today.”
“Oh, well, maybe I could just borrow it for part of the day? I wanted to get something for Sawyer as a thank you for all he’s done for me, but I can’t exactly ask him to drive me there, you know?”
Be nice. Be nice. Be nice. This is your brother’s choice, and until the witch hits him over the head with her broomstick, you’re stuck with her.
“Sure. But I need to get to work, so hurry up.”
“I’ll be right out.”
Right out turned out to be thirty minutes later. I could have walked to work and back by then, but instead, I waited because I was an idiot, thinking any minute she would be out. By the time she sauntered out in her high heels, I was fuming.
“Sorry about that,” she giggled. “You just never know what to wear in a town like this.”
“Clothes. That’s all people care about,” I muttered.
“Ooh, do we have time to stop for coffee?”
“I made you tea.”
“Oh, I know, but it smelled funny. Oh, and that omelette, I had to toss it out.”
“Why?” I snapped.
