“G, you can’t just attack Ember like that.” Foster came toward us, frowning down at her spoiled dress. “You’ll need to get changed now for lunch with Grandma and Grandpa.”
Her face fell.
“It was my fault,” I said, even though it wasn’t.
“I’m Madeline Darwin.” Foster’s mom hovered on the boundary between our yards. She offered me a smile. “You are?”
“Ember Bonet.”
“She’s Jade’s sister,” Foster said without looking at me.
“Oh.” Her smile wilted a little, but she gestured to the flower beds. “I love to garden too. Isn’t it therapeutic?”
I nodded, though I barely paid attention. I was too busy staring at Foster, wondering why he refused to acknowledge me.
“This is my husband, Edward. Edward, come meet Foster’s neighbor. She’s Colt’s fiancée’s sister.”
“I heard.”
I stiffened at his dismissive tone and scowled as he said, “Georgie needs to change into a clean dress, so we better move if we want to make our reservation.”
“Can Em come?” Georgie asked, staring up at her dad with big, pleading eyes.
Just as I was about to open my mouth to protest, Foster replied firmly, “Absolutely not.” Then he took her hand and walked away. She stared back at me, her lower lip trembling.
I know the feeling, kid.
I gave her a weak smile and a little wave.
It only made her face fall further.
Remorse filled me.
“Georgie seems close to Jade’s sister.” I heard Madeline say as she followed Foster up the driveway.
Edward grunted in displeasure.
And that was when Foster replied, “Not really. She watched G for a few days while I searched for a nanny. That’s all. We barely know each other.”
See?
Rot. In. Hell.
I glared as I hurtled across the pool.
“Ember.”
I was so mad at him, I was hallucinating his voice?
“Ember!”
I paused mid stroke.
“Ember!”
Turning my head, I caught sight of a shadowy figure leaning over the fence.
Foster.