CHAPTER NINETEEN
“You and Sam seem to be getting along,” Rose comments once seatbelts are on and I’ve backed the car out of the parking space.
“Did you deliberately wait until I was driving to say that?” It wouldn’t surprise me. She’s a stealth conversation starter, like my dad. I narrow my eyes at her in the mirror, and she smiles sweetly. Berry, in the passenger seat, snorts.
“What do you think of him?” I ask. They might be a little batty around the edges, but they are excellent judges of character.
“I think you should keep your distance—”
“Nonsense, Berry. The boy has money and manners. He’d be a great catch—”
“Rose, he’ll hurt her. You can tell he’s the cold sort. Hides a lot.”
“What?” I interrupt, flicking a look at Berry. “Hiding what? I thought he was quite sweet actually.”
