“You look like hell.” Sapphire sounded amused by Rich’s shabby appearance. By the looks of her, one would never suspect she had joined in on the slanging match the previous night. Her cheeks were ruddy and she looked well, full of too much bounce. “You missed the great breakfast Rosie cooked. I went for the full works. You should have been around to see our mother’s face.”
No need—he imagined. No doubt Sapphire had eaten well to annoy her. The Gardeners played too many games.
“Don’t let her upset you.” Sapphire moved across the room with a roll of her hips. She walked so light-footed, almost on air, she made it appear as though she were about to start skipping. In contrast, when she reached the desk, she slumped down as if she weighed a ton—he swore the furniture creaked—and stared acros
