The Lying Game Complete Collection - Sara Shepard Page 0,250

said FOXY 70.

“Whose car is that?” Emma asked, turning off the ignition.

Laurel gave her a funny look. “Uh, Grandma’s?” she said in a duh voice.

Heat rose to Emma’s cheeks. “Oh, right. I knew that. She just hasn’t been here in a while.” She was used to covering for her I’m-not-Sutton gaffes by now, not that she felt any more graceful about it. And, of course, Grandma Mercer would be yet another person Emma had to fool into believing she was Sutton.

Laurel was already climbing out of the car. “Sweet,” she said, tossing a lock of honey-blond hair over her shoulder. “Dad’s grilling.” And with that, she slammed the door.

Emma pulled up the parking brake. She’d forgotten Mr. Mercer’s mom was flying in for his fifty-fifth birthday party, which Mrs. Mercer had been frantically planning for the past few weeks. So far, she’d arranged the caterers, organized a band, pored over the guest list, micromanaged the seating arrangements, and dealt with dozens of other details. Grandma was here to help, too.

With a deep, fortifying breath, Emma climbed out and lifted her tennis bag from the trunk. She followed Laurel along a stone path that led to the Mercers’ backyard. A woman’s gravelly, throaty laugh cut through the air, and as soon as Emma turned the corner, she saw Mr. Mercer standing at the grill, holding a tray of skewered veggies. Next to him was a well-preserved older woman holding a martini. She was pretty much what Emma pictured when she imagined a Grandma Mercer: poised, classy, elegant.

The woman’s face broke into a cool smile when she saw the girls. “Darlings.”

“Hey, Grandma!” Laurel called out.

The old woman moved toward them, amazingly not spilling a single drop of alcohol onto the stone patio. She looked Laurel up and down. “Gorgeous, as usual.” Then, she turned to Emma and gave her a big hug. Her pearl necklace jabbed into Emma’s collarbone, and she felt surprisingly solid for such a petite woman.

Emma returned the hug, inhaling the woman’s gardenia perfume. When Sutton’s grandmother pulled away, she held Emma at arm’s length and examined her closely. “My goodness,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve obviously been gone too long. You look so…different.”

Emma tried not to squirm in the woman’s grip. Different wasn’t exactly the look she was going for.

Sutton’s grandmother squinted. “Is it your hair?” She put a bony, perfectly manicured finger to her lips. “What’s with the bangs in your eyes? How can you see?”

“It’s the way everyone’s wearing them these days,” Emma said, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. She’d let them grow a little because Sutton’s bangs were this long, too, but deep down, she agreed with Sutton’s grandmother.

Grandma wrinkled her nose, not satisfied. “You and I need to have a little talk,” she said sharply. “I hear you’re still giving your parents trouble?”

“Trouble?” Emma squeaked.

Grandma’s mouth became a straight line. “Something about shoplifting from a boutique not so long ago.”

Emma’s throat went dry. It was true that she’d stolen a purse from a boutique to gain access to Sutton’s police file—Quinlan, a detective on the force, had a huge folder on Sutton full of various Lying Game pranks she’d played throughout the years.

As Grandma stared unwaveringly at Emma, a memory zoomed back to me: I was sitting in my bedroom about to upload tennis team pictures to Facebook when I heard voices in the living room. Camera in hand, I tiptoed to the staircase, straining to hear. It sounded like Grandma and my dad were arguing, but about what? And that’s when my brand-new digital camera slipped from my hand and landed on the top step with a thud. “Sutton?” my dad said. He and my grandmother moved from the living room to the base of the stairs before I could scamper off. They stared at me in the same way Grandma was looking at Emma right now.

“We’ve moved past that,” Mr. Mercer said, flipping steaks on the grill. He was wearing a black apron with a coiled rattlesnake on the front, and his graying hair was combed off his forehead. “She’s been doing really well lately, actually. Got the highest grade on a German test recently. She’s getting good grades in English and history as well.”

“You’re too easy on her,” Grandma snapped. “Was she even punished for what she did?”

Mr. Mercer seemed to wilt a little. “Well, yes. She was grounded.”

Grandma guffawed. “For what? A day?”

Actually, Mr. Mercer had lifted the grounding early. Everyone shut their mouths awkwardly, and for