Andie flitted around the picnic, avoiding talking to anyone for too long. She was paranoid. Her clothes were starting to feel tight, and she was convinced her stomach looked rounder.
She saw Cody across the room and ached to go to him. He was nursing a glass of wine and avoiding everyone, except he looked like he was having a miserable time. She was pretending nothing was wrong. He was not.
“What’s going on with you and Cody?” Leo asked, stopping her path toward the bar for another glass of wine for Nonna.
Andie shrugged. “Nothing. Why?”
Leo’s eyebrows went up. “Because he looks like someone kicked his dog, and you haven’t spoken to him all day.”
Andie waved her brother off. “Cody doesn’t have a dog.”
“And you?”
“Neither do I. You know that.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you a
