“Still…”
“Oh, shut up, Sherry,” Aunt Virginia scolds. “Those kids are space cadets and Delilah here knew exactly what she was doing.”
Then her eyes roam over to Kane.
She proceeds to slurp up the sight of him and go back for seconds. From his polished shoes to the dark rings on his fingers, she seems to be a fan of everything her eyes pass over.
“Well,” she says. “At least one of you came bearing something worth looking at.”
“Aunt Ginny!” yelps one of my shyer cousins, Jenna.
“What?” she says. “I’m old, not dead.”
Kane takes her offered hand. “Kane Makov.”
“Virginia McKenna,” she says with a flirtatious grin, as if her husband isn’t sitting eight inches to her left. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Deciding at last to intervene, Virginia’s husband leans over and thrusts his own hand toward
