“That hurts.”
“It should.”
I glance towards the school.
Then back at her.
“How much publicity does this fundraiser usually get?”
Her eyes narrow.
“Whatever you're thinking, it's still no.”
Interesting.
Why such quick denial?
“No, to what?”
“No, to whatever terrible idea you're about to suggest.”
“I'm wounded.”
“You'll survive.”
Probably.
“Okay, so here's the thing. The school doesn't just need money.”
“No kidding.”
“It needs attention.”
Mary folds her arms.
Which unfortunately pushes her breasts up against that blouse.
My gaze immediately drops.
Shit.
Her throat clears.
My eyes snap upward.
Caught.
Again.
Her expression says she absolutely noticed.
Fantastic.
Now Sabrina is smirking.
Ego is trying not to laugh.
And I want the ground to swallow me whole.