Chapter Four“Why are you wearing a tie?”
“Oh,” Anne brushed her hand down the smooth silvery silk of it. “Isn’t it pretty?”
Daniel looked at her strangely, blinked twice, and then his face froze and she couldn’t read his expression. That was unusual; she could always read what her brother was thinking. Or rather had been able to. He rose from his desk and closed the door to his office before returning. He sat beside her rather than circling back to his own side of the paper mountain.
“Don’t start, little brother. I’m feeling too good for one of your lectures.”
“That’s Zack Thomas’ tie.”
“Vice President Zachary Thomas’,” she corrected and Daniel blanched at his slip into inappropriate familiarity. “He gave it to me and I find myself unwilling to return it yet.”
“Melanie Anne…”
“Danie
