10
EMMY
“So, what’s the story?” Bradley asked from his spot beside me in the back seat. I’d let Hallie drive for once, and now we were parked in the guest lot at the Peninsula. “How did you end up with two black eyes and yet another broken nose?”
“I tripped over a tree root.”
“Do I look stupid? Actually, don’t answer that. Of course you didn’t trip—we all know you have special powers of levitation. Can you stop chewing?”
I swallowed the last bite of bear claw, then stayed still as he touched up the skin around my eyes. Bradley never went anywhere without a full case of make-up, and at times like this, his inability to pack light came in handy. I checked my face in the mirror—yes, my nose was still a little on the wide side, but the bruising was gone.
“Thanks, champ.”
“Don’t rub anyt
