Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights) by Cara North Page B

grinned and asked, “How do you feel about taking a trip to New York?”
                  “What’s in New York?” His brow arched.
                  “Shay, Jed’s wife. She is in a play and it opens soon. We are invited.” Ivy tried not to look excited and hopeful but she knew she was failing miserably at it by the look on his face.
                  “If that’s what you want.” He acquiesced. “I wouldn’t mind catching up with Jed.”
                  “Great!” She clapped her hands together. “Now all we have to do is survive this dinner.”
                  His eyebrow arched higher. She smiled a big smile at him.
                  When the family started to arrive, Ivy walked out to greet them. Her sister had a small lunch bag size cooler in her hand and Ivy asked, “What’s in that?”
                  May handed her the lunch bag and said, “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the…”
                  Ivy threw the bag as hard as she could towards the vehicles and asked quickly, “Who has touched it?”
                  She watched as her mom and dad made their way to Bo on the porch. The kids were not far behind. May’s husband, Hank, picked up the bag.
    Ivy shouted, “Drop it!”
                  She had everyone’s attention. Hank dropped the bag and looked at it questioningly. Ivy didn’t have time to deal with him, she ran to beat her parents to Bo. She cut them off at the stairs.
                  “Ivy!” Her mother was in shock. No doubt this was not the ladylike behavior she had been raised to execute.
                  “Everyone, stop!” She held up her hands. Everyone came to a halt.
                  “Sweetheart, what’s going on?” Bo asked gently from behind her. He moved closer and she shifted her hand towards him and realized she had touched the bag with the sandwiches so she put her hand down and extended a foot towards him. He stopped, looked at her as if she was just as crazy as she was feeling.
                  She looked at her family. Her nieces were frozen in place like it was a game. They were giggling and waiting for the next move. Her nephew, the youngest of the boys, stood cross armed and annoyed. Her sister and brother-in-law were next to each other. May asked, “Well?”
                  “If you have had, have touched, just…everyone needs to wash their hands.” 
                  “Ivy, what is going on?” Her dad asked.
                  “May brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” She looked over her shoulder to Bo. He took a step back.
                  “The girls wanted them. You know they love them. What is the big deal? You act like I brought a bomb in that bag!” May huffed.
                  “You might as well have!” Ivy shouted back at her. “I told you all not to bring any nuts.”
                  “I didn’t bring nuts, I brought sandwiches!” Her sister was getting more irritated. The girls had realized this was not a game and moved to stand behind their big brother. For his part he looked back and forth between his aunt and mother as if they were on a tennis court.
                  “He is allergic to peanuts! Peanut butter is made with peanuts!” Ivy shouted at her. She could not believe her sister was that dense.
                  “Oh my.” Her mother winced. “I didn’t realize he was allergic. I told her not to pack any nuts. You know how Hank and your father like to eat them when they drink beer. I thought you had already bought some.”
                  Ivy could feel her entire body slump. She was exhausted already, and they hadn’t even made it to the front door. No one ever listened to her. She had told her mother he was allergic, but apparently all she