“There was a thunderstorm,” she supplied. “Start there. Don’t leave anything out.”
I had to laugh. For once, Ann Marie was living vicariously through me. Years ago, she’d been a little star struck by my job, by the fame. But she’d quickly learned that being a star wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and began to empathize with my very sheltered—and completely exposed—life. And she’d married Mr. Perfect. Tall, dark, handsome…and rich. Gabe was everything a woman wanted, not that Ann Marie was a gold digger. But he was actually madly in love with my sister and that was all that mattered. I’d give up my career and fortune for true love like hers.
Now it was her turn to be envious.
“I have less than an hour to get ready before they come back.”
“They’re coming back?” She squealed again. “Lac
