Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Sylvia didn't have a chance to stop him-Rupert had already picked up the things lying on her couch.

Half-finished scarves.

Skeins of yarn in every color imaginable.

Some she'd started, only to realize the color wasn't as nice as she'd thought, so she tossed them aside. Over time, the rejects became a little mountain of half- completed projects.

In the end, she couldn't decide between deep red and black.

Rupert, of all people, definitely didn't need anything black-his closet was full of it. But she was afraid he might actually prefer black anyway, so she ended up making a black scarf too.

The pile on the couch made it look like she was preparing for a grand event or something.

"All these for me?" Rupert asked, his voice as unreadable and cool as ever, like he was just making small talk.

Sylvia instantly regretted everything. Had she been too presumptuous?

Embarrassed, she tried to shield the scarves with her arms.

"No, no, I just haven't knitted in a long time, so I bought extra supplies in case I messed up."

Rupert leaned past her and picked up one of her earlier attempts-a scarf barely as wide as his hand, with several stitches dropped.

"Definitely a little rusty," he commented.

Sylvia rolled her eyes and snatched the ruined scarf away.

good as the store-bought ones," she

them, he

of thought into this, but now it

who'd been watching all this, winced internally. He had to admire Rupert's absolute lack of tact.

Mr. Rupert asked me to make you some ginger tea on the way back. Where do

mood softened

I'm out of ginger. I'll see if

"Great."

knocked

look at her and frowned with concern. "What's

Ms.

about what happened with Warren. AMs. Ward knew was that Sylvia's blind date

and Sylvia had

in the crossfire somehow. So she'd been extra attentive

the doorframe. "Nothing serious. Just came to borrow some

Ward immediately understood. "Don't you worry about it, dear. I'll make the

people over,"

rdly.

Ward smirked knowingly. "Oh, I see. I'll just get you

at Sylvia's front door

a

about

technique you wanted to

send it over later. But honestly, when you're knitting for a

wanted to make something special, but Rupert's reaction to the scarves flashed through her mind. She forced a smile. “He