“Then it’s a good thing we’re not together anymore.”
 
 I blink.
 
 I didn’t know they were fully together. This sounds like less of a casual fling than I thought it was.
 
 “Good,” Richard mutters, and suddenly there’s tension in the air.
 
 I clear my throat. “Olivia and I get along swimmingly.”
 
 She looks up at me with a slight grin. “Sure.”
 
 Sure? What’sthatsupposed to mean?
 
 Why do I feel suddenly irritated?
 
 I roll my head around on my shoulders.
 
 “Could you give me a ride home, Sebastian?” she asks sweetly, all of a sudden, and I frown.
 
 “You didn’t bring your car?”
 
 She shakes her head. “Had Roland drop me off. I haven’t been feeling well.”
 
 Richard makes a distressed sound in the back of his throat. “What’s wrong, honey?”
 
 She smiles at him. “Just food poisoning. Bad grocery store sushi.”
 
 He wrinkles his nose. “That’s why I don’t eat American sushi.”
 
 I chuckle. “Got to remind us about your years in Japan, don’t you?”
 
 “It was the nineteen-nineties. And your mother...”
 
 Both Olivia and I groan.
 
 It’s a story we’ve both heard a million times, and Olivia and I both look at each other, smiling.
 
 My heart seems to beat an extra couple of beats, and it startles me.
 
 No.
 
 I push all thoughts out of my mind and focus back on Richard’s story, which I could recite myself.
 
 “And then she tipped the waiter a hundred bucks,” Olivia finishes for him.
 
 Richard laughs, his face a little flushed from conversation and wine.
 
 I notice that Olivia hasn’t drunk a drop and wonder if she regrets the other night.
 
 She certainly hasn’t followed up about it. Part of me is a little disappointed that she hasn’t.
 
 I wouldn’t sleep with her again, of course.
 
 I mean... if she were anyone other than Richard’s daughter, I wouldn’t think twice about asking her for an encore...
 
 “Penny for your thoughts.” Richard jolts me out of my thoughts.
 
 Not for a trillion dollars.