To Hate and To Hold
She said the word like it was a synonym for ‘dirty.
She took another step, effectively crowding Elena out, and draped herself against Julian’s side in a move that was both possessive and casually intimate. She looked up at him, her expression one of fond, mocking reminiscence. “It does remind me of that weekend in the Hamptons, darling. When you got that absurd notion to learn about viticulture. You got so terribly bored after the first hour and went off to make merger calls. You said, ‘Seraphine, all this dirt and waiting is for people with more patience and less ambition.’” She laughed again, the sound like shattering crystal. Then she looked past Julian, directly at Elena, her smile sweet