“I don’t know any reason it shouldn’t be,” Leanne said slowly, as if she were thinking it through, “but the way you just glared at me like I was shit on the bottom of your new heels made me think something might be wrong.”

I kept my focus on the people outside getting in their cars and leaving. I didn’t know how safe they were out there. “I’m waiting until things clear out some before taking her to the car and getting her home,” I said, nodding my head toward Margo.

She didn’t say anything, and if I couldn’t still smell her Hermes perfume, I’d think she had walked away.

“She is a bit of an embarrassment,” Leanne finally said, and the disgust in her tone infuriated me. Leanne was the embarrassment. My entire family was one huge embarrassment.

“She’s drunk, which is better than being a whore,” I replied before I could stop myself. Taking Leanne’s bait was something I didn’t usually do. I knew better. Tonight, I was making several bad decisions. Not only was I doing a terrible job at not liking Rathe, but I was also lashing back at Leanne’s nastiness. Both were stupid things to allow myself to do.

She cackled with delight and I hated that I’d given her pleasure. There would be no question what I was referring to, and she would just make it worse. It would be a waste of her time though. Rathe had never been an option for me anyway. “Jealous little sister?” She asked, with pure pleasure evident in her voice. That was what she wanted. She’d gotten it because I’d handed it to her, with my inability to ignore my attraction to Rathe.

“There y’all are,” Heath said, appearing at the bottom of the steps in front of the entrance. I slipped an arm around Margo and moved outside onto the porch. Heath was the only man I knew who had never once been weakened by either of my sisters’ appearance or charm. They’d tried more than once when we were younger hoping to hurt me. They both thought my friendship with him was something more. Every attempt they had tried failed. Granted I’d cast a spell to protect him, but even before that, he’d never shown interest in them. Heath was the best guy I knew.

“She’s about to pass out,” I told him, as she grew heavier in my arms.

He shook his head in frustration then turned his attention to his left. “Rathe, I need a hand.”