to tell her to mind her own fucking business, but for Ana’s sake I hold my tongue. “You have interviews?” Dad asks Ana. “Yes, for internships at two publishers, tomorrow.” When was she going to tell me this? I’m here with her for two minutes and I’m finding out details of her life that I should know! “I wish you the best of luck,” Carrick says to her with a kind smile. “Dinner is ready,” Grace calls from across the hall. I let the others exit the room but grab Ana’s elbow before she can follow. “When were you going to tell me you were leaving?” My temper is rapidly unraveling. “I’m not leaving. I’m going to see my mother. And I was only thinking about it.” Ana dismisses me, as if I’m a child. “What about our arrangement?” “We don’t have an arrangement yet.” But…. I lead us through the living room door and into the hallway. “This conversation is not over,” I warn as we enter the dining room. Mom has gone all out—best china, best crystal—for Ana’s and Kavanagh’s benefit. I hold out a chair for Ana; she sits down and I take a seat beside her. Mia beams at both of us from across the table. “Where did you meet Ana?” Mia asks. “She interviewed me for the WSU student newspaper.” “Which Kate edits,” Ana interjects. “I want to be a journalist,” Kate tells Mia. My father offers Ana some wine while Mia and Kate discuss journalism. Kavanagh has an internship at the Seattle Times, no doubt set up for her by her father. From the corner of my eye I notice that Ana’s studying me. “What?” I ask. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she says, so low that only I can hear. “I’m not mad at you,” I lie. Her eyes narrow, and it’s obvious she doesn’t believe me. “Yes, I am mad at you,” I confess. And now I feel like I’m overreacting. I close my eyes. Get a grip, Grey. “Palm-twitchingly mad?” she whispers. “What are you two whispering about?” Kavanagh interrupts. Good God! Is she always like this? So intrusive? How the hell does Elliot put up with her? I glower at her, and she has the sense to back off. “Just about my trip to Georgia,” Ana says, with sweetness and charm. Kate smirks. “How was José when you went to the bar with him on Friday?” she asks, with a brash look in my direction.