She smiles at me. “It’ll be here—” she glances toward the open front door. “Ah. Right on time.”
She waves a guy inside carrying a huge box.
My mouth opens.
Nothing comes out.
Violet instructs him where to put it, then turns toward the window like this is just a normal part of her day.
“Where did you get that?” I ask.
She looks at me over her shoulder. “I bought them.” She holds the curtains up. “Housewarming gift.”
I stare at her.
I wasn’t referring to the curtains, but whatever.
“And the TV?”
“Same.” She slides the curtain onto the rod with practiced ease. “You needed one.”
“What?”
She shrugs. “You would’ve gone with a smaller one because it’s cheaper. But you’re used to a bigger screen after living with Sebastian.”
I gape at her.
“I went furniture shopping with you. Remember? You didn’t consider a TV.”
Sebastian lets out a cough that sounds a lot like a laugh.
“Yours is seventy-five inches, right?” Violet asks him.
“Yup. Seventy-five.”
She looks back at me, pleased. “Yours is the same size.”
“But… I?—”
“I grabbed a wall mount, too. If Sebastian doesn’t?—”
“I do,” he cuts in. “I put mine up myself.”
“Perfect.” She nods once, like she’s checking something off a list. “You can put up Drew’s, right?”
Sebastian shrugs. “Sure.”
“Great.” She turns her attention back to the curtain, adjusting it like she’s done this before. “That’s handled.”
I glance at my brother.
The bastard is enjoying this.
His expression makes me want to punch him. Repeatedly.
“This isn’t funny,”I mouth.
His grin says otherwise.
