He notices the shift in my expression, and I swiftly try to look casual, although alarming bells go off in my head.
“She had a cute name…” he goes on.
“Henrietta?”
“Yeah, yeah. Henrietta.”
His playful smile tells me he must’ve been infatuated with her at some point. Maybe he still is.
“I haven’t seen her for some time. Anyway, we’re not running in the same circles.”
I bite my lip for fear of slipping to him that Damon West had married his on-and-off long-time girlfriend.
How can he not know all that?
Damon and his wife must be the juiciest gossip topic in this town.
That aside, what the fuck?
Did Damon truly know her before she met my father?
It appears so.
My hands shake, so I slide them under my butt so he doesn’t notice how affected I am.
For how long has Damon West known this woman?
Please don’t tell me that these two are scammers, as I initially thought.
Does gold digging qualify as a crime? Probably not. There must be a different name for what they’re doing.
Oh, my God.
I can’t even swallow. My jaw is that tense.
What story did she tell my father?
Frantically, I’m trying to remember.
Um… Oh, yeah. She had her heart broken by her billionaire boyfriend. Honestly, no one believed her besides my father. But even he had a hard time believing the billionaire part.
I don’t know whether Damon West is a billionaire, but he surely is wealthy as sin.
Probably has more money than my father had.
“Your description fits the woman in the house,” I say. “So, yes. They’re still together. Or they are now. What’s their story anyway? I’ve only recently been introduced to them,” I add without offering more information. “Were they together when he forced you to close your bar?”
He looks in the rearview mirror, slowly nodding while pondering.
“Yup. The whole town was talking about her. It was hard not to.”
I lift an eyebrow.
His not-so-unique brand of wide-eyed infatuation with this woman gets on my nerves.
He hardly notices it.
“So that would be… what? Three, four years ago?”