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“No, but he’s supposed to be at a race today. It’s Sunday.” Some tapping against his phone. He’s probably Googling. “Scarlett, he’s not in the race today.” Some more tapping. “Scarlett. He’s not in Vegas. And you’re in his hometown.”
I wait for it…
“He took you home?”
“He did.”
“After you told him about the article?”
“Yep.”
“I don’t…why would he…?”
“I’m still confused about it too.” Yet here I am.
“Why did you go?”
Great question. I lower my voice and look around to make sure no one is listening. “He offered me an inside look. In case there was anything else I wanted to add.”
He sighs. “That doesn’t make sense, honey.”
I can’t defend it. It does sound crazy. It is crazy.
I’m mentally unwell.
“You’re writing an article that will ruin his family. His shady as hell family. And he invited you to come down there and rub elbows?”
“He did.” I lean against the siding. “But they don’t know who I am.”
“Like what, you gave them a different name? Who are you supposed to be then?”
“His friend. That manages a restaurant.”
He snorts. “His friend,” he says flatly. “What if they find out who you really are? What made you think this was a good idea?”
I honestly don’t know how to answer that. I have my reasons, but none of them would be acceptable for him. Understandably.
When I don’t reply, he says with a tsk, “His dick blinded you, didn’t it? You saw him at the hotel yesterday morning, it brought back memories, and his magnificent, southern-fried, salt-of-the earth dick turned your sweet little brain to mush.”
I have no argument.
“Come back to the city.”
Oh, right. “Yeah I…that’s not so easy.”
“Don’t tell me you let him drive you.”
“I let him drive me.”
After a long, judgey pause, he concludes, reminding himself, “Dick blind. I’ll come and get you.”
“He’s bringing me back today. Don’t waste the gas.”
He thinks it over. “He is?”
“Yes. Later. After this brunch thing with his mom and sister.” And I hopefully get another chance to snoop through the office. I need to get Claudia something.
I suddenly regret dangling that carrot in front of her now. What if I don’t get something? Time’s running out…
