Penny:Can you come pick me up from PharmaTech? I need a ride.
Lilith:Ghost destroy your car?
Penny:More like Bronwyn ruined my life. She found out about the article somehow. Garrett was furious, obviously. Now I’m fired.
Morticia:We’ll be right there.
I sat on the curb waiting.
"How did this happen?" I whispered. Of course it had been too good to be true, like everything in my life. After bouncing from foster family to foster family, I’d thought I'd finally found somewhere to belong once I met Mimi. Then she died. And now I had thought I could make something real with an amazing man, and it was ruined! "I’m cursed. I’ll die alone, poor, and miserable."
Right on cue, a hearse pulled up.
"You look like garbage," Morticia said as Lilith rolled down the window. "Get in. We have a special Hungarian tea blend called Black Cat's Curse. It will make everything, including your problems, memories, and possibly bladder control, seem very far away."
76
Garrett
Seeing Penny sob in front of me almost made me reconsider. She did seem sorry. But then, she did write the article and the notes and, more importantly, sent them to the magazine.
"If she’d truly had second thoughts, she never would have sent the documents," Greg stated. "Or she would have come clean earlier."
I slumped back in the chair. I never slump—bad posture leads to dowager's humps and other back problems later in life. Yet there I was, slumping.
"Can I get you anything?" Bronwyn asked sympathetically.
I blinked. Why was she still here? "No, thank you."
She stroked my face. I wished it was Penny.
"Thank you, Bronwyn," Mace said firmly. "I know you and Penny were working on the presentation. Sebastian is coming into town in the next few days. We need to have something to pitch to him and the city so that he knows we are committed to having land available."
The detached and rational part of me noted that Bronwyn had left after Mace finished talking. Since Sebastian was coming into town, Penny would have had something fun, memorable, and festive planned. I wondered what we were going to do now.
Mace and Archer looked at each other.
"Stop doing that silent twin communication thing," I said irritably.
"We just think you should probably go home and lie down," Archer said.
"I have work to do."
"Just take a break, Garrett," Mace cajoled. "When our company first started, you would literally sleep in the office for weeks on end."
"That was to get away from you."
"Garrett—"
"Stop trying to tell me what to do," I spat at Mace.
Hunter stood up. "Come on, Garrett. You need a rest. I think this day is over for you."
My older brother picked up my iced coffee then dragged me by the arm.
"No."
"Stop it," he said mildly and shook me like he had when we were kids.
