If there were ever a pageant for the most stupid woman alive, believe me, the crown would have no contenders. It would sit snugly on my head, polished with my own tears, because I was stupidity incarnate. I put the stu in stupid. And stupid, apparently, was letting Harlan Ford drag me into his mess over and over again.
The cold air knifed down my spine as I crossed the garden back toward the parking lot, heels sinking into gravel. I hadn’t even parked properly when I flew in because, of course, I thought Harlan was on the verge of a meltdown. Well, he was melting down alright. Melting straight into the arms of the same woman who had made his life a nightmare a year ago.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
He had invited me to Maryland for this little family lunch disaster, and I had said yes.
