(Julia's POV)
I watched Sandy’s eyes bounce from the drink, to my face, and back again. Oh, no. Come on! My sister was typically so self-centered, but every so often, she seized on a piece of information that I didn’t want to talk about and wouldn’t let it go.
“That’s strange,” she said slowly. “Why would Ronan care about whether or not you drink alcohol tonight? I mean, I know he’s a bit of a control freak, but why on earth would your drinking habits concern him?”
I was surprised at how quickly an excuse sprang to mind. “He just wants to keep me on my game for later tonight,” I said. “We’re working on a project later, which we usually do. You leave early every day,” I added. “So how would you know what time I actually finish?”
Sandy just smiled back, eyes mean. “Oh, I’m s
