ted until he'd gunned the engine, until he'd sped off.

only then did she press a hand to her sick stomach, and squeeze her eyes shut until she could bank back the trembling rage and embarrassment.

she took two deep breaths, lifted her head high, then walked back into the house.

she smiled, brilliantly, then held out a hand for harper's.

"well," she said, giving his hand a squeeze as she scanned curious faces, "i could use a drink."