You have a real eye, Margaret.”

Beverly smoothed the front of her sweater and agreed that the living room had come together nicely, considering.

I adjusted my watch band and said nothing.

Gemma had set out a cheese board on the coffee table, the good one with the marble inlay, and Douglas helped himself to the wedge of brie without being asked.

He had never once complimented this house in the eight years I had owned it.

Lucas came in from the kitchen carrying a stack of plates and set them down without a word.