I glower so hard at my plate that the buttery mashed potatoes and peas start to swim in my vision. Mom’s tinkling laughter rings out– a sequel to one of Neal’s sugar coated statements.
Across from me, Dad is also brooding as he chews seriously. Judging by the hard glances he sends Neal’s way, it’s obvious he doesn’t like him.
“Your mother must be a sweet woman to have raised such a charming gentleman,” Mom giggles again.
I snort so hard, they pause and stare at me. Neal is gloating and I want to slap that smirk off his sexy lips.
“Were you going to say something?” He inquires with a courteous tone that doesn’t quite match the mischief in his eyes.
“I was going to ask you to pass me the salt,” I sass before turning to Mom, “What about your book launch? You haven’t talked about it since
