I know it’s strange, because I’ve always been one to get annoyed with the sight of tiny jars of mysterious facial creams spread out over my vanity. But I haven’t gotten much time with Allie all week since she’s been working so many parties. So right now, the sight of her in my bathroom putting on some kind of flesh-colored makeup, that I swear doesn’t change her appearance in the slightest, just makes me smile. She’s in one of my old PT shirts, and I’m glad I didn’t throw them out after separating from the Navy because she looks so damn cute in them. Flitting a look over to me, she seems to be a bundle of nerves today. “Stop watching me,” she scolds. “You’re making me more nervous.” I really don’t think that’s possible. “There’s no need to be nervous. My family’s pretty easy to get along with. Besides, you already met my brother. He’s definitely the only snob in the family.” She rolls her eyes. “Your brother’s not a snob. He’s the perfect gentleman.”
