This morning Mina wouldn’t even give the ball a second thought. Her heart was soaring. Because someone knew. Brody knew.
Whether he would continue to believe her remained to be seen. He might change his mind and end up calling the psycho ward on her. But for the moment, she wasn’t alone. Which gave her a whole new outlook.
For the first night in months, she’d had a dreamless sleep.
She headed toward the kitchen to make a sandwich for lunch and made a face at her reflection every time she passed a mirror. Her bedroom mirror received a pig face; the bathroom she shot a bucktoothed expression. She’d just passed the hallway mirror with her jaw jutted out, when she caught something strange.
Had her skin seemed a bit translucent? She leaned closer to the hall mirror, within inches of the glass, and touched her face.
A polite cough spun her around. Brody stood by her front door. “Don’t worry. You look lovely.” He chuckled.
Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. He stood there in his jeans and white V-neck shirt looking relaxed and confident.
Mina’s hair was wet from her shower, and she didn’t have a touch of makeup on. “Don’t you knock?” Mina frowned.
“Yes, and I even wait to be let in,” he nodded over to Charlie. Her brother was once again hauling a chair to the hallway, appearing ready for Operation Open Suitcase again. “He opened the door.”
“Well,” she said. “I guess that means you can come in.”
“I assumed as much.”
“So why are you here?” Mina asked, feeling dumb for having to ask why his tall handsome self graced her foyer in the middle of the afternoon.
Brody looked uncomfortable and glanced at Charlie. He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “To protect you from any stray… um… Fae.”
“Oh!” Mina said, surprised. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but her cheeks burned even hotter.
“That is, unless your problems have all gone away?”
“Uh, no.” Mina thwarted Charlie’s curiosity by pushing the door closed as soon as he opened it. She locked the door and tucked the iron skeleton key into her pocket.
He grabbed the doorknob and shook it angrily.
Brody continued, “But also to see if you’d like to come over and keep me company during a planning committee for the ball. My mom’s in charge of planning the event, and I know girls really get into this kind of thing.”
“Um, that would be most girls. Not me.”
His face fell. “Oh, if you don’t think you’d like it, you don’t have to come.”
“No,” she replied hastily. “I’d love to come. Let me just grab a jacket.” Mina stepped over Charlie’s mess, grabbed a light sweater, and turned to face Brody. Maybe she should tell him that party planning terrified her.
But the way Brody looked at her helped her make up her mind and had her smiling politely and going to the passenger door of his car. Underneath his worried expression, she thought she saw a bit of hope. He wanted her to come.
She slid into the seat, snapped the seatbelt, and looked over at him. He cranked the engine and pulled out of the driveway. Pop music and the hum of the vehicle soothed her frayed nerves. Were the nerves from butterflies or terror?
The car slowed and they passed through the gates, heading up the Carmichaels’ driveway. Mina noted the large statues of horses and neatly trimmed hedges.
“My mom has invited a few of her friends’ daughters over to help with the last minute details,” Brody said softly.
“Ah,” she exclaimed as they passed the garage. “That explains…nothing.”
“The Ziesters and Steppes happen to be longtime friends, and our families go way back,” Brody chuckled, reaching over to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Especially their daughters. There are two of them here tonight who can be a bit zealous in their pursuit. They can’t take a hint, but I thought—”
“You brought me here to run interference.” Mina pinched her lips trying to hide the smile. “You want me to tackle them.”
Brody laughed. “That’s why I like you. You get it.” He pulled up to the front of the large three-story house with its terra cotta roof. As soon as the engine died, the double mahogany doors opened, and Mrs. Carmichael rushed out, phone in hand, followed by two young women. Both of the girls looked to be in their late teens, one a stunning brunette with laughing blue eyes and suntanned skin, the other a striking redhead with full, pouty lips and pale skin. They stayed on the steps, and when Mina exited the car, their faces flickered annoyance.
“Brody, you kept our guests waiting.” Mrs. Carmichael turned and noticed Mina for the first time. “Oh, I’m sorry. You must forgive me. Please call me Melody. And you are?” she chimed.
“Mina,” Brody cut in, standing behind her. “She’s a friend from school.”
The words “friend from school” cut her a little deeper than expected. Granted, he’d never verbally stated they were more than that, but hearing it still hurt.