“Abraham Clark.”
Again, they gasp.
“Wow, he’s huge,” Carver says.
I nod.
“He’s a lot older than Gwen, right?” Kaelyn asks.
“Yes.” That was part of the situation as well. My father never should have been sleeping with a woman twenty years younger than him.
“Well,wow,” Carver says again.
I just smile and lift my wine glass. It probably is interesting if you weren’t living it. But Abraham Clark and Gwen Winters are my parents, and all of my interactions with them have been a lot of things, butinterestingis not a word I would use.
“So what did you dress up as, Harry?” Carver asks Ginny.
And just like that, they move on. No further questions.
I appreciate these people a lot.
“Yesterday?” Ginny asks casually, taking a bite of stuffing as if she doesn’t know what he’s asking about.
He grins. “For Halloween, when you met Everett.”
“Oh, that. Wonder Woman,” she says, taking another bite of stuffing.
“Wonder Woman?” Jefferson asks. “Why?”
She meets her brother’s gaze directly. “’Cuz I looked really hot in it.” She takes a sip of wine. “And it’s sparkly.”
I also take a big bite of stuffing to keep from commenting. And agreeing with her.
Jefferson rolls his eyes.
“Poison Ivy is more your style, isn’t she?” Carver asks.
“Who’s Poison Ivy?” Ginny asks.
I sit up a little straighter before I can catch myself.
She looks over with a smirk. “Guessing a comic book hero?”
“Villainess,” I say.
Damn, can I be in love with a woman who doesn’t know a hero from a villainess in the DC universe?
“Ooh, villainess, tell me more,” she says, leaning closer.
“A botanist who hates humans and wants to protect nature,” I say. “Gorgeous redhead.”
“I thought you said she was a villain,” Ginny says. “That sounds like a perfectly reasonable stance to me.”
I smile and nod. “There’s debate about that. She’s an anti-hero, at times. Though the murder and kidnappings probably land her on the naughty list.”
Ginny nods, still smiling. “Does she wear a sexy outfit?”
“Very.”
