“And you stop it, too. We’re out together at a nice event. This is the first time you two have been together like this in forever. Enjoy it.”
“No, there was that time in LA when we all went out to Reagan’s lover’s restaurant. That wasn’t too long ago. Although, I’m not sure how nice that event was, considering Marko wouldn’t stop trying to eat the food out of your mouth all night.”
I gasped. “I dated Marko two years ago, you fool. And I never called him that. He called himself my lover and you know I hated it. Plus, you punched him in the middle of dinner and beat your chest like a caveman!”
“I punched him in the arm! It’s not my fault he went down like a baby learning to walk!” Russ, fully animated, leaned over Lisa and pointed his finger at me. “I saw what he was trying to do. That man was a pervert. He’s lucky I didn’t murder him.”
“Wait. What did he try to do? I saw the kissing and the finger sucking. What else happened?” Lisa, suddenly unconcerned with stopping the sibling war, was curious to a fault. “Why didn’t you tell me something else happened?”
“Nothing else happened.” I said it too fast, I knew, as soon as Lisa’s eyes widened and her face filled with glee.
Just as Russ was opening his mouth to reveal the reason I’d dumped Marko right after that dinner, a mic was turned on somewhere in the room and a sickeningly sweet voice filled the room. Jenny Bokker. The devil herself.