Amy sniffed. “Says the control queen.”

“I’m reformed,” Meg said.

Which made me laugh.

A red Ferrari muscled up the drive, tires spitting gravel. “Car,” Meg said, reaching for the twins.

“It’s Trey,” said Amy.

“Magnum, P.I.,” I said.

“Hello, March girls.” His smile was the same, quick and charming. “I came to see . . .” His gaze narrowed. “What did you do to your hair?”

I raised my hand self-consciously to my head.

“She cut it, genius,” Amy said.

“Hey, Trey,” I said. “How was your Christmas?”

“Dull. Grandfather and I had dinner at the club. I came to see if you’d go out with me tonight. I owe you after Alleygators.”

“You paid the tab. And the damages,” I said.

“Yeah, but I usually show a girl a better time.”

“They probably fake it. To protect your ego,” Amy said.

That dark gaze sliced to her. “I thought you’d be back in Paris by now.” I frowned. It wasn’t like Trey to be rude.

“I’m going to New York first.”

Which was news to me. “When?”

“For New Year’s. A friend of mine is playing in a band. I leave tomorrow.”

I watched as he visibly pulled himself together. “Need a ride to the airport?”

“I’d rather walk.”

His smile stiffened to a rictus grin. “Come on, Amy. Don’t be like that.”

She tossed her head. “I’m the same as I ever was. You’re the one with consistency issues.”

“What is up with you guys?” I asked.

“Ask him,” Amy said at the same time Trey said, “Nothing.”

Nothing? The air almost crackled between them. Meg and I exchanged glances.

“I had a layover in Paris this summer,” Trey said after a charged silence. “Amy offered to show me the sights.”

“I didn’t know you went to Paris,” I said.

“You weren’t returning my calls at the time.”

Meg lifted DJ into her arms. “I can take you to the airport tomorrow,” she said to Amy. Making peace.

Amy shook her head. “It’s okay. I’ll call an Uber.”

“I’ll take you,” I said.

“Great.” She flashed a smile at Trey. “So I guess you’re not needed here.”

“I see that. So . . .” He glanced at me. “Tonight? Seven?”

I looked into his handsome, smiling face, his dark, anxious eyes searching for the response he wanted. All our history was naked in his face. “I can’t,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.” So, so sorry.

He drew a sharp breath. “Really, Jo? Can’t you?”

“Trey, I wish I could!”

“Right.” His expression shuttered. “I’m outta here.”

“Trey!”

The car door slammed.

“Well, that was fun,” Amy said into the silence a few moments later.

I wiped my eyes. “So much fun.”

“Vroom,” DJ said. Meg hugged me, and he kicked me in the stomach. Which felt about right.

“Come on.” Amy gave me a quick hug. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll fix your hair.”

How long are you going to be in New York?” I asked when I was seated on a kitchen chair, a towel over my shoulders. Amy danced around me, waving a pair of scissors.