“You didn’t need Sylvie to confirm that fact. I think that is the general impression you give to people everywhere you go.”
“Probably so.” He actually seems delighted with this appraisal of himself. “So, enough about Sylvie.” He settles back a little deeper in his chair and smiles at me, the very same way he smiled at me in town. The ire he just displayed for Sylvie has seemed to have passed entirely as he begins a new topic. “Tell me, what brings you here, Annabelle Fisher?”
“I brought Sylvie back to you. Isn’t that reason enough?”
“You did. But you skirt the truth if you claim that’s the whole reason. You already know, at least in part, how I deal with lying sluts.”
“You did invite me for lemonade,” I remind him. Now that it’s just the two of us again, and I’ve become the object of d
