Summer watched as Emily sat up in bed. She wrapped the sheet around her legs, letting her feet dangle a few inches off the floor. “I’m going to be really angry if you tell me it’s because you don’t have enough money. You know darned well that creep my sister married has more money than God.” Drake wasn’t really a creep. Summer and the rest of her sisters, with the exception of April, called him that because he had all but imprisoned them in his home because of the photos someone mailed to his office a year or so ago. Just because she understood his reasoning didn’t mean she had to like it. None of them had to like it. She looked at Adrian still in the hall who smiled at her. She smiled back, her heart softening even more when he winked at her. “I could have brought food with me for my visits.” Her throat began to close up. “Was that the reason you’ve cancelled my lessons so many times? Did you think I wouldn’t come if you didn’t feed me? Did you think I would think less of you?”
