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not aware of until that point, and we said our goodbyes. Even though I didn’t want to leave, the look of terror and panic on Tessa’s face was once again priceless. Jared wouldn’t say where we were going, and I knew better than to keep asking because he’s a brick mixed with iron when it comes to sharing something that he’d not ready to.
When we reached the door, I remembered something that I’d forgotten to do, something that was sure to add another nail to Tessa’s already fast closing coffin. I went back and stopped in the doorway to the great room and called out to Tom. “I’m leaving the girls in your care. If that breathing tentacle does anything to them, you’ll both pay. I’ll be back…” I looked over my shoulder at Jared, who’d followed me for confirmation. “About ten in the morning, if that’s alright with you.” He said the last to my parents, who were sitting on the couch taking in the show.
“Sounds fine to me, Christine?” Dad answered, and mom, who was still looking a bit dazed and confused, agreed. I gave my brother one last look and was relieved at his slight nod of acknowledgment. Tessa looked nervous one second and murderous the next. Then there’s the fact that she kept eating Jared up with her eyes.
“Where are we going?” His car was now sitting in front of the house with the driver inside waiting, who got out when he saw us coming to open the doors for us.
“You’ll see when we get there.” I couldn’t figure out what he was up to since he’s never been to my hometown before and didn’t know anyone here as far as I know.
Once we were seated in the back of the luxury car and the driver pulled off, I found myself in his lap being squeezed to death in a hug so tight it left me breathless. “Has she been attacking you like that the whole time you’ve been here?” I snort laughed. Is that what has him in a dither?
“No, I’m the one who’s been on her ass from day one. You do know she can’t beat me, right.”
“I know you can take care of yourself; still, I don’t want the likes of her putting her hands on you.”
“The likes of her? What exactly did she do to you anyway?”
“All in good time.” He tapped my hip, “I’ve come up with an idea for D-Day as well. Are you sure you want to do this at Xmas dinner? Won’t your parents be a bit annoyed?”
“They’d be more annoyed if they have to spend another holiday with that viperous hag at their table.
I hadn’t been paying attention while we spoke and looked up just in time to see the driver sliding to a stop in front of the most exclusive high-rise in the city. It’s one of those places that you have to know someone that lives there to even get past the front door. An old five-star hotel that someone had turned into luxury living apartments about five years ago.
Gossip at the time had it that the smallest rooms on the ground floor, all of which had been turned into suites, went for a cool five million to start. “Who do you know here?” I asked, just as he put me back in my seat as the driver came around to let me out.
Instead of answering, he just took my hand when he came around and led me to the door where not one but two doormen stood. I should’ve caught on when they greeted him by name and addressed me as ma’am, but people tend to treat him with reverence wherever we go as the doors to the elevator closed though I caught a glimpse of two very familiar faces as they headed to another.
“How long have they been here?”
“They came when you did.”
“Have they been staking out my parents’ house this whole time?” Where were they sitting? I would’ve noticed their car.”
“The people next door to your parents went on a very nice holiday to the Alps, and the husband’s startup got some very much needed cash.”
It took me a second to catch on, and when I did, I gut-punched him. Freaking nerd has an eight pack and didn’t even flinch. “You’re lucky I pulled that punch; what’re you crazy? You paid them to leave their house so your men could spy on me?”
“I tried to get the one on the other side