I noticed Mr. Mann watching me thoughtfully. “Where’s Mr. Garfield?” I asked him.
“He spends the holidays with his children.”
“And Mrs. Garfield doesn’t go with him?”
“No.” He laughed shortly. “She’s not invited. They blame her for their parents’ divorce.”
“Ah.” And if the rest of the dinner conversation was going to be idle gossip, it was going to be tedious, indeed.
The woman on Mr. Mann’s left murmured something, and he turned to her.
“You should let her have my stepbrother,” Addison said, drawing my attention to him.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Did you know he’s called Mr. Freeze? A woman like you—”
“What kind of woman would that be?” I challenged him.
“Don’t you know you’re called the ice princess? You need a man who can melt the ice.”
“And you think you’re the man?”
“I know I am. I like cool blondes.”
“Then perhaps you should switch places with Nigel and make a play for Mrs. Garfield.”