"You don't like me much, do you?" Melody asked, her voice breaking the long silence that had stretched between them as they drove.
Melanie turned her head slightly, giving her a measured look before returning her eyes to the road. "I don't know you well enough to completely dislike you," she said, her tone even. "But I can't say I like you either."
Melody raised an eyebrow. "You're quite direct."
"You are too," Melanie replied, without missing a beat.
That made Melody smile. She leaned back a little, her fingers drumming lightly against her thigh as she studied the woman beside her. Her older sister. There was something guarded in Melanie's posture, something unreadable that only made Melody more curious.
After a beat, Melody said, almost casually, "You know, I like Adam."