“We’re not married yet,” Arthur said stiffly.
Rosalind turned to Lisa with a casual, yet amused tilt of her head. “And you’re saving yourself for the honeymoon, dear?”
Lisa’s mouth opened. Nothing came out. Her brain was sprinting in five directions, none of them helpful.
From behind, Rita chimed in. “Since when do you care about marital status, Arthur?” Rita.
Of course. Arthur’s sister strutted down the stairs with the kind of easy confidence Lisa could only dream of.
“I mean,” Rita went on, her eyes twinkling as she glanced between Lisa and her brother, “this is the same guy who once made out with a married councilwoman in the back of a gala, and now you’re setting boundaries?”
Arthur shot her a dark glare. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Nope,” Rita said, popping the ‘p
