The voice rang out from the second SUV.
Elena had rolled her window all the way down and was leaning half out of it, one arm draped over the door, her eyes bright with the kind of amusement that was never good news for me.
Dante stopped dead in his tracks, one foot still in mid-stride. He turned toward her voice, then back toward me, and for a moment he looked like a man caught halfway through a very serious decision.
"Impeccable timing," I said.
I let a slow, bold grin spread across my face. I couldn't help it.
After the evening I'd had, after the headache and the tea and everything I was still refusing to think about, there was something deeply satisfying about watching my cousin stand there in the middle of the parking lot with nowhere to go.
"Val..." he began.
I waited. He see
