7
Sara poured Abigail more wine into her glass. Sitting around the dining room table, Abigail let her. “Thank you!” She sat back in her chair, staring at the red wine as she swilled it around carefully. She wasn’t listening to her sister’s chatter, her mind replaying the moment she met Scott Langford again, a smile forming when she recalled him staring at her.
“I’m so sorry, Abbie. It never even occurred to me that he was the same Scott you met.” Sara topped her own glass up and waited for Abigail to respond. “Abbie!”
Startled, her sister and Charlie came into sharp focus. “What? Hmm? Sorry, Sara, what was that? My mind was elsewhere.”
“She was just saying that she had no idea our Scott was actually your Scott.” Charlie leaned on his elbows on the table. “How did you not know, Sara?”
