a lighthearted tone, there was a lot of genuine concern within his words.
I understood his apprehension and obsessive need to know every detail regarding my love life. However, I couldn’t help but wonder if a small part of him worried about how his role in my life would be affected if I had a serious boyfriend.
Just then, before either of us were able to say anything else, the black SUV pulled up the driveway. “Hey, Dave, the car’s here. Let me call you back later—if not tonight when I get back, then tomorrow.”
“Saved by the chauffeur. But if you forget to call me back, it’ll take more than a fancy driver to save you. Got it?” Regardless of how much he tried to sound tough, he could never pull it off. I knew he was a big softy at heart.
“Sure thing, Dave. Bye,” I said and then disconnected the call.
After slipping my cell into my clutch, I walked out and locked the front door behind me. I had to take slow, careful steps since Ty had decided to dress me in ridiculously high, super slim heels that made my feet wobble as I walked.
Tonight’s forecast showed a high chance of breaking my neck.
During the entire ride to Jeannine’s house—mansion—I couldn’t think about anything other than what tonight could bring. There were so many different scenarios running through my head that I couldn’t keep them all straight. And by the time the car pulled around her driveway to drop me off at the front door, I had prepared myself for the worst.
“I’m so glad you made it!” Jeannine greeted me with a friendly hug, sounding as if there was a chance I wouldn’t show up. Yeah, I didn’t have that luxury. The schedule said to come, which meant I didn’t have a choice.
Either I felt horrible for her or—nope, I definitely felt horrible for her, there were no ors. I returned her hug and offered a genuine smile, hoping she couldn’t read too much into it. “Well, thank you for the invite. You have such a beautiful home.”
“Oh, don’t act like you’ve never seen it before,” Serenity said, coming up behind me.
I turned around, which made room for the socialite to join us. But while I stared at her in anticipation of what would come, she simply smiled between Jeannine and me. Maybe she suffers from a multiple personality disorder. I quickly shook off that thought, knowing it to be false. The truth was, I was standing next to the only person who could take Tiffany down. I just wished she’d take the real Tiff down, not the impersonator.
I was an innocent bystander in all this.
“What do you mean? I’ve never been here.” Ty had sworn to me that my sister had never gone to Jeannine’s house—or any of the other girls’ homes for that matter. So her statement had truly caught me off guard.
Jeannine focused her attention on Serenity, studying her like she expected her to grow a second head at any moment. “Yeah, what are you talking about? We just moved in three months ago. We haven’t had any guests over other than family. This is our first gathering here.”
With wide eyes and gaping mouth, Serenity placed a hand over her chest and feigned innocence. “Oh, my apologies. One of my good friends lives just down the street, and she said she’s seen Tiffany’s car here several times.”
My heart sank. If Jeannine had just moved in, and Serenity’s friend had seen my sister’s car in the driveway as recently as right before her trip to Mexico, that meant the affair wasn’t quite as old as Tiffany and Ty had said it was.
“Maybe it was a car that looked like mine.”
She laughed and gently held my bicep, as if holding onto me had somehow prevented her from falling over in hysterics. “Yeah, maybe. Although, to be fair, you are the only one in this area who drives a Bugatti, much less the Bugatti Chiron. I highly doubt she confused another car for yours.”
I purposely avoided eye contact with Jeannine. Heck, I didn’t even cut my eyes to my right, unsure if she was looking my way or not. So instead, I kept my attention on Serenity and her smug grin that gave me the creeps.
Last week, I had wanted to out my sister and even brainstormed with Jacoby on ways to do just that without it backfiring on me. In theory, it was the right thing to do. She shouldn’t