Aimee poured two glasses of merlot and turned around to lean back on the counter, one arm across her waist while the other held her glass to her lips. The wine was dry with a touch of tang. She licked her lips after taking a sip and stared into the living room as her thoughts wandered to why she wasn't ready to go home, yet. Tuesday night had been a nightmare. She never knew Karla to behave so cruelly. Neither of them had a claim on Mitch, and if Karla was interested in him, all she had to do was say something and Aimee would have turned him down. Karla had to know that. Aimee always turned the guy over to her sister. Yet, everything she did was like some sneak attack to prove she was the better catch. Aimee had no idea what her sister was trying to prove by sneaking over to Mitch's garage
