Bitter Love
“It wasn’t too bad of a drive, and I know how much Jo needs her big sis from time to time. Right, Jo?”
“Oh, totally,” I say flatly, and we laugh. Once the wine is poured, we all sit around the table and an awkward silence falls over us. I stare at Louisa, wishing she can read my thoughts, so she’d know that I’m silently cursing her.
“So,” Poppy starts, taking a drink of wine. “Dr. Harris’s brother…easy ten out of ten. That man has magic fingers.”
“Wait, what?” Louisa is suddenly interested.