Y’all really need to stop watching reruns of Dance Moms. I turned back to my closet and restarted my search for a pair of shorts to wear on my shift. Smothering a yawn, I wished I had time for a nap, but Megan had come over after practice and I had only about an hour before I had to head to work.
Nosy gossip, Audrey said matter-of-factly. Her nickname is Maggie the Mouth.Good to know. I laughed.
Love her. We actually graduated together.She seems awesome, I told her. And her brothers.Audrey gave me a sly grin. Nice to look at, right?
They’re okay. I shrugged, trying not to fan the fire that seemed to burn inside me when I thought about Luke. They were beyond nice to look at. It was the talking part that I wasn’t a fan of. I haven’t had too much interaction with them. Duke seems nice enough, but I know a player when I see one.You pegged him. Audrey nodded, confirming my suspicions. And Luke?
Most arrogant man I’ve ever met.
What was even more frustrating than his arrogance was the fact that no matter how hard I tried, the moment I thought about him, my body heated with more than just anger. My heart rate picked up. My palms became sweaty. My mouth went from dry to wet in seconds as if ready to rip his pants off with my teeth and take care of him from my knees. And I didn’t even like the guy. Fucking infuriating was what it was.Iris’s hand on his arm gave a little squeeze. Who is Mrs. Milton?
My aunt, he said distractedly.She left you a letter, Cresswell said.
Richard’s eyes snapped back to the butler’s face. My aunt? Or Fleur?Your aunt. I placed it atop your correspondence in your study.