Faking Ms. Right (Dirty Martini Running Club #1) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,38
least not long-term. I should have seen it sooner, but that was my mistake. I don’t want you to wind up like me.”
“Like you?” Everly asked. “Do you mean dating his father?”
“No. My meeting Richard was fate. The fact that he’s Shepherd’s father is a… strange coincidence.”
“I don’t really buy that,” Everly said. There was nothing antagonistic or confrontational in her voice. Just a simple statement of fact.
“Believe what you will,” Svetlana said. “I don’t blame you for being suspicious. That’s why I wanted to talk to you. Richard is a wonderful man. But Shepherd…”
Everly’s voice was hard. “What about Shepherd?”
My feet moved me closer to the hall, almost as if they were operating outside my control.
“He’s not one of those cold businessmen who’s soft on the inside. If that type even exists. He’s calculating and ruthless. I’m concerned you don’t understand what you’ve gotten yourself into by dating him.”
“I’ve known Shepherd for a long time,” Everly said. “I know exactly what I’ve gotten myself into.”
“I don’t think you do. Shepherd doesn’t care about you, and he’s certainly not going to change for you. He’s not in love with you, Everly. That man doesn’t love anyone, except himself. I wouldn’t get comfortable here. You won’t be staying.”
“I suppose you would think that,” Everly said.
“I’m trying to help you. Shepherd is going to use you and cast you aside without a second thought.”
“Shepherd is not the sort of man to use people and spit them out like chewed-up gum,” Everly said, the heat in her tone rising with every word. “He’s a good man who cares about the people in his life. And maybe he hasn’t been in a long-term relationship, but he just hadn’t found the right woman.”
“Everly, don’t be silly.”
“I’m not being silly. Not in the least. He’s in love with me, and we’re very committed to each other.”
“Perhaps it seems that way now, but it won’t last.”
“No? Then why did he propose?”
I stopped, my body freezing in place. Did she just say propose? As in marriage?
His voice made me jump and I whipped around. I hadn’t heard him approach.
“What?” I asked, as if I hadn’t just heard what she said.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dad smiled and I swear to god, his eyes were sparkling.
“Richard, you’re home,” Svetlana said. She and Everly both stepped out of the hall.
“Wonderful, we’re all here.” Dad smiled at Svetlana, then wrapped Everly in a hug. “Congratulations. This is such great news.”
I stared at Everly, my jaw clenched. Why the hell had she said we were engaged? She looked back at me, her eyes wide while Dad hugged her.
“Dad, you can let go of her now.” I grabbed his arm and nudged him back.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, son, she’s all yours. I’m thrilled. When’s the wedding?”
Everly gestured with her hands. “Oh, well, we haven’t exactly talked about—”
“No, we haven’t.” I stepped forward and took her arm. “Honey, I thought we agreed to keep it quiet for now?”
“Well, sweetie, you know how it is,” Everly said. “A girl gets excited about these things.”
“Of course you’re excited,” Dad said. “Oh, Shep, we need to throw you an engagement party. Svetlana loves parties. She can help me plan. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of everything.”
Svetlana’s expression was uncharacteristically shocked. Her mouth moved like she was trying to speak but couldn’t find the right words.
“That does sound fun,” Everly said.
Oh my god. Grinding my teeth together, I tightened my grip on Everly’s arm and pulled her toward the bedroom. “Our schedule is already very full, Dad, but thank you. Everly, can I see you in the other room?”
I didn’t wait for either of them to reply. Just led Everly down the hall and shut the bedroom door behind us.
She held her hands up. “Okay, before you get mad—”
“What were you thinking?” I hissed. “Engaged? Why did you tell her I proposed?”
Her lips parted and those blue eyes of hers seemed to get bigger. “If you’d heard what she said—”
“I did hear what she said. Who cares what she thinks?”
Squaring her shoulders, she crossed her arms. “I care. I know that you don’t use people. I mean, sure, the women you date always fit the same mold, so it’s no wonder your relationships don’t last. But I couldn’t let her get away with saying those things about you. Not when she’s the one who uses people. She’s using your dad, and he’s one of the