Perdita let out an exaggerated sigh, pulled up her phone, and located the email confirming her membership. It had been part of the research she meticulously conducted earlier. She couldn’t help but savor the stunned expression that lit up his face, followed swiftly by a furrowed brow of suspicion.

“Jesus Christ, this says you’ve been a member since you were nineteen!” Caspian exclaimed, holding the phone closer as if to double-check what he’d read.

“So ...