“You look nervous,” Erin teased me. “Well, I’m not.” I scowled at her. “Are you sure, because I can see a little bit of worry in your eyes?” “I’m more than sure,” I replied. “That’s too bad, because you should be at least a little bit, if not a lot.” She smirked. “Erin, you have yet to embarrass me, so I’m not worried,” I lied. “Sophie, ‘yet’ is tonight.” She smiled and then walked out of the kitchen. Erin knew me better than anyone, and she knew things I would never in a million years want anyone other than her to know, especially Geoff, who I still didn’t believe about not wanting to embarrass me. This is an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for both of them, and I was just going to have to figure out how to turn the tables. While rolling dough, I started racking my brain, trying to remember all the things I had done that Erin could use against me.
