Eliah Greenwood

“You still cook? I kind of figured you’d have a personal chef on speed dial now.”

“Oh, I do, but Kane insisted on getting his own chef here from LA. Sue’s supposed to arrive Monday.”

I was kidding, but okay.

“Did they say how long the food was going to be?” I ask when the hunger pangs get unbearable.

Evie pours herself another drink. “She said it’d be at least an hour. They’re swamped.”

An hour?

I might eat the purple wallpaper before then

But when I saw Hadley get sick?

Jesus, I would’ve set myself on fire if it could’ve made her feel better.

“Can you please get out?” Hadley begs for the eighth time in a matter of minutes.

“No.” I tell her the exact same thing I’ve told her the last eight times she asked.