You are not a gentle flower who spends its whole life in a greenhouse. You are a wildfire, Lark. A wildfire.

Call her out,” Arabella said.
“Tell her Rogan is yours!” Grandma Frida pumped her fist.
“Don’t let her take your man!” Leon declared.
We all looked at him.
“I was feeling left out,” he said.

I don’t believe she sees him as family,” Cornelius said.
“She can see him however she wants. I only care how Rogan sees me.

I like that you’re jealous.”
“Rogan, put the car back.”
“Come to dinner with me tonight and I’ll consider it.”
Yes! “No. I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
“If you don’t go to dinner with me, I’ll have to do something drastic like stand by your window with a boom box blasting some idiotically sappy song.

Cornelius opened the car door and cautiously peered out.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Checking to see if it’s safe to come out.”
Everyone was a comedian. I sighed and went into my office.

So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner?” I asked.
“Hell, yes. We’re on for tonight. We’re on for tomorrow. We’re on for the foreseeable future.