“Thank you,” I said, and I meant it.
She grinned. “Why don’t you wait to thank me until after we see how this all works out?”
I rode with my mother, Taryn following in the little crossover vehicle that she’d inherited from her mother when Persephone upgraded to something bigger a few years ago. Although I knew the Olivers were doing just fine financially, they seemed to be fairly circumspect when it came to those sorts of things. Taryn definitely didn’t get the brand-new BMW when she graduated from high school the way my cousin Callista had.
In all the hubbub yesterday, I hadn’t even though about getting my own car, which was still sitting in the driveway at the cottage. If nothing else, this would give me the chance to retrieve it, bring it back to my parents’ house. I still couldn’t q
