He grinned like he’d won something.
Then she tasted his soup.
“Needs salt.”
I nearly choked.
“You like her?”
Jamie stared at her. “Get out of my house.”
“It’s your apartment,” Claire said, and took another spoonful.
He laughed so hard he had to sit down.
She never gave him a discount. If he said he’d do something, she expected it done. I loved that about her. But I didn’t know that this would play a cruel trick on all of us.
She never gave him a discount.
At the door, Jamie knocked twice on the frame. Claire looked at me. I held up two fingers. She knocked back, no questions asked.
While she went down to the car, Jamie leaned toward me.
“I like her.”
“Good.”
“You should marry her.”
“I like her.”
“We’ve been dating three months.”
“You’re slow.”
I married her eleven months later. For a while, the three of us were happy. Then something happened, and Claire started looking at my brother differently.
