-Jacey-
“Oh my dear! Are you all right?!” Petra asked, scurrying over to me. “Roy, get something to clean this up!”
I stared at Leon, who grinned at me. I didn’t like the look of his grin.
Caleb put his arm around me, a fake smile plastered on his face. I knew it was a fake smile because I knew all his smiles. I also knew he’d heard what Leon said and come to the same conclusion.
I decided I needed to up my game, too. My smile shook, but I managed to put one on my face. “I’m sorry, Petra. It slipped right out of my hand.”
“Condensation,” Caleb added.
“Of course, my dear,” Petra said sympathetically. “Roy!”
Roy hurried over with a broom and dustpan. Once the glass was cleaned up, he came over with the hose to just wash whatever was left into the lawn. “Petra, get Ange another glass.
