"What?" Merlina frowned as she hit the lock button, the soft click of the back seat door sealing them in.
The car was quiet except for the soft sound of the heater and the crunch of tires rolling over the packed snow. The windows had fogged slightly from their warm breath, and the cold outside made everything feel sharper.
"I asked you if Belford had any hot guys," Melissa said, turning halfway in her seat to look at her sister with narrowed eyes, like she was putting puzzle pieces together. "And you said, and I quote 'no one like that here.' So… who is that?"
Of course she remembered.
Isabel twisted toward Merlina, practically bouncing in her seat, eyes wide with dramatic excitement. "Tell me that Greek God is on your Top 1 list and you're trying to date him. Because if not? I swear, I'm calling dibs."
