my icy demeanor. Thoughts of Jack, of what might have been, kept sneaking in despite my best efforts to distract myself with packing.
I was tossing the contents of my closet into my suitcase when my phone dinged on top of the dresser. I went to pick it up but froze in the act as I glanced down at the screen.
It was a text message from a local number that I didn’t recognize.
It was a photo.
Oh my God.
It was Brandon… and he wasn’t alone. The lighting was dark, but there was no mistaking the image—Brandon and his friend Ryan. They were making out in the backseat of a car.
I slapped a hand over my mouth. Who would take this picture? Who would send it to me?
“Hey, Dee, do you have an extra carry-on I can—” Tess stopped talking as she entered my bedroom. “Are you all right? What is it?”
She came to stand next to me and looked over my shoulder.
Her curse was a hiss in my ears.
I knew she wasn’t cursing because he was gay. She wasn’t some close-minded bigot. No, she knew like I did that whoever had sent this had an ulterior motive.
Worse, they had leverage.
“I will kill her,” Tess muttered to herself.
I snapped my head to the side to stare at Tess. “Her?” I repeated. Suspicion bloomed into a sick feeling as Tess clamped her mouth shut. “You know who sent this.”
She didn’t deny or confirm, she just glared down at my phone. I could practically see the wheels turning. Tess was in full-on scheming mode.
Sometimes, that scared me, but today it only pissed me off. “Who is it?”
She glanced up at me like she’d forgotten I was there. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. The photo was followed up by another text. “Have fun in L.A. with your new boyfriend. Before you go, we should talk.” It was the sign off that made me gasp. “XOXO, Amber.”
“Amber?” I said looking up at Tess. “Amber?!”
She had the good grace to wince.
“You knew,” I said.
She held her hands up in defense. “You knew Daddy had his sources too. Who did you think it was?”
I opened my mouth and only a strangled sound came out. I hadn’t thought it was someone I knew. I hadn’t realized it could be one of his friends. “I thought it was an intern back in L.A. or maybe at his office in New York,” I said.
I sounded ridiculous even to myself. I took a deep breath and replayed this past month, starting from that very first night.
The night when Amber had conveniently spilled the contents of my purse and outed me as Delilah Devereaux. Anger replaced shock so quickly it left me breathless. She’d done that on purpose, but why? “What was her role?” I asked, struggling to mask my indignation and speak rationally.
Tess wasn’t fooled. She let out a sigh and threw her hands up. “I thought he’d just sent someone here to dig for information.” Her eyes widened at my look of disbelief. “Honestly, that’s what Daddy told me.”
At my glare, she shrugged, a flicker of pity in her eyes. “You didn’t really think Daddy would put all of his trust in you to get this done, did you?”
I knew by her tone that she wasn’t trying to be mean, but the words still stung anyway. I guess I had thought that he’d put his faith in me. I’d thought this was my shot to prove myself worthy.
But despite all his words of encouragement when he’d first sent me here, he hadn’t believed I could get it done. “He sent backup,” I said.
Tess nodded.
“Then why was she working against me?” Other moments came back to me, not least of which all the many times I’d seen her cozying up to Brandon. I’d thought the girl was desperate—hopelessly in love. But she’d been playing him. She’d been playing me.
Hell, she’d had us all fooled.
“If Daddy sent her to help us convince Brandon to come back, then why would she out me on my first day here?” I held up my phone. “And why would she send me this?”
Tess shook her head, but I saw her mind working. “Maybe…” She pinched her lips together as if rethinking whatever she’d been about to say.
“Maybe what?”
She took a deep breath. “Maybe he made the same deal with her that he did with you.”
I stared at her for a moment. Would my father do that?
No.
Maybe.
Oh hell. Yes. Yes, he totally would.
“Or,” she said slowly. “He hired her to get some dirt on her former friend, and she tried to get more out of the bargain.”
“Like a ticket out of Podunk,” I finished for her.
“Precisely.” She tilted her head to the side. “Either are possible. I wouldn’t put anything past Daddy, and Amber is clearly not to be underestimated.” She nodded toward my phone where the image still glared back at us.
“You don’t think she’d really out one of her oldest friends, do you?” I asked.
Tess stared at me, and her look was unnerving. I shifted a bit. No one ever applauded naiveté in our family. “Okay, fine. Maybe she would. But I doubt that’s her plan.”
“So, then, what do you think her plan is?” Tess asked. She crossed her arms and faced me, and I swore for a moment there, she looked like a proud mama, or maybe a particularly invested teacher.
“Blackmail?” I suggested.
Tess gave a short nod. “Most likely.”
“So, what do we do?” I asked.
Tess’s lips quirked up in a little smile at the ‘we’ comment, and then she did the unexpected—she wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Kind of like she really was my big sister. Half-sister. Ugh, whatever.
“We deal with it,” Tess said. “This chick doesn’t have anything on the Devereaux girls.”
“I thought we were the Baker sisters,” I reminded her.
She shrugged. “Same difference.”
Some of my tension eased a bit at her confidence that we’d handle Amber.
“First things first,” Tess continued. “We need to get Brandon back to L.A.”
I nodded and then glanced at my phone. “And Amber?”
Tess heaved a weary sigh. “The girl is obviously motivated. But she won’t blow her one and only piece of leverage without making demands first.”
I nodded because that made sense, but I was also watching Tess with a new sort of admiration. I always knew she was smart, but this was the first time I’d heard her talk strategy and game plans that hadn’t been crafted by our father, and it obviously came naturally to her.
A daughter after my father’s heart.
It made me wonder what else she had planned.
But Tess was right, one thing at a time. And right now? I had a flight to pack for and a new boyfriend to take home and meet Daddy.
God help us all.
It wasn’t until the next day that I heard from Jack again. Honestly, I hadn’t expected to hear from him at all. When it dinged while we waited at the airport, I tensed, thinking it would be from Amber. I shifted away from Brandon who sat in the seat beside me and read the message. One thing was clear—Jack had found out that we were leaving.
All of us.
Jack: Take care of him.
My fingers hovered over the screen as I debated what to type back. There were so many things I wanted to say. So many explanations to give and secrets to divulge. But they weren’t my secrets, and in the end, it didn’t change anything. Instead, I settled for a promise. It was the best I could do.
Me: I will.
And I would. That was the only thing I knew. Whatever Amber was up to, whatever my dad had planned—I’d look out for Brandon. I’d keep him from getting hurt in the town that had destroyed his father and ruined his family.
My father might’ve been powerful, but he had one fatal flaw. He underestimated me. He always had. That was how I knew for certain that if push came to shove and I had to go to war with my father?
I’d win.
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