Chapter Thirty-Two
“Can I get you guys anything else?” Art asks Mom and Dad as I process this shocking realization.
“No, thank you,” Mom says.
“You’ve been a gracious host,” Dad says. The look he throws at me seems to say, “Unlike some people.”
Art smiles warmly. “Thank you. Good night.”
My smile is way less gracious. “Don’t let the yoga mat bugs bite.”
Art and I head for the master bedroom, and with each step, my heartbeat accelerates.
“I can sleep on the floor,” Art whispers as soon as the bedroom door closes.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I whisper back. “The last thing we want during the reception is for you to throw your back out.”
He waves dismissively. “My back is very strong.”
Right. It has to be, to juggle all those ballerinas.
“You won’t get good sleep on the floor,” I say. “
