(Virginia's POV)
I'm pretending to read a magazine when James and Blair return from their grocery trip, but really I'm watching them from the corner of my eye. Something's different. There's an energy around them I haven't seen in years—a mixture of excitement and guilt that makes my stomach clench.
"How was shopping?" I ask, keeping my voice light and casual.
"Fine," James says, but he's not looking at me. He's looking at Blair with an expression I recognize too well. One of silent warning telling her to watch her words. I've seen it more often than I like to admit in these four years. He used it whenever Blair mentioned Scarlett to protect me from getting hurt.
So now I'm curious. What doesn't he want me to know?
Blair sets down her purse with shaking hands. "We met the sweetest lit
