Page 52 of Just My Luck

I swallowed, remembering leaving the Birkin he’d purchased for me along with the shoes and other items in the suite upstairs when I’d run out in the middle of the night after Rick and Sofia had picked me up.

“We both know I can make this deal happen.” He nodded to the room. “Or…” He snapped his finger loudly again as he tilted his head. “I can make it all go away.” He shifted until he rested his elbows on his knees, crossing his fingers on his hands. “The choice is yours.”

I shifted and took a deep breath. “Dinner.” I nodded.

His smile shifted to the relaxed one he had given me before all this.

“Where can I send your things? You took off so quickly before, you must have forgotten my gifts. I’ll have them delivered…”

I thought about telling him where we were staying and figured I’d rather eat razor blades. “I’ll pick them up tonight,” I said.

“At least let me send a car…”

“I have a rental. I can drive,” I countered. I could see that he was growing agitated but held my ground.

“Fine.” He shifted. “Let’s say eight o’clock, at the new site. They’ve made a few changes I thought you’d like to see.”

No way in hell, I thought, but I nodded.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to make a few arrangements.” He stood up and pulled out his phone.

I watched the door to the conference room until it finally opened a few moments later.

When Rick stepped out, he took one look at me and made it to my side as quickly as he could without looking like he was running.

He took my arm and, before Kit could return, we stepped into the elevator.

Rick opened his mouth to ask me what was up, but I stopped him by shaking my head. There were two cameras in the elevator. We’d seen them on the way up. We’d talked about how Kit watched everything or at least had everything watched and reported back to him.

Even when we stepped outside and waited for our car, we stood in silence.

It wasn’t until we were in the car that I let out a deep breath.

“What in the hell happened?” Rick asked.

“I… I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think Kit just confessed to me that he framed Jax.” I relaxed back in the seat. Then I noticed the orange Hermès box and the silver one holding the Jimmy Choos in the back seat.

“Stop!” I yelled, Rick pulled over. I jumped out, taking the box and the bag with the silver shoes inside it, and looked around. I was about to walk to a trash can and dump them in when I spotted a group of women walking on the sidewalk.

They were all wearing matching T-shirts. One woman, the redhead in the middle, wore a shirt that said, “I’m fifty. Go ahead, ask me how the fuck I’m doing.” The other ladies wore shirts that read, “I’m still forty and staying out of it.”

Without a word, I walked over to the birthday girl and held out the boxes to her. “Happy fiftieth birthday.” I tried to hand her the boxes.

“What?” The woman laughed and almost stepped past me as if I was trying to sell her something.

If her friend hadn’t gasped. “Is that a Hermès box?” at the same time, the whole group would have just passed me by.

“Yup,” I said, “and these are Jimmy Choos, size seven, to go along with your new Birkin.” I set both boxes in the woman’s hand. Then something made me curtsey to the group, like a freaking dork, before turning on my heels and marching back to the car. I climbed back in and told Rick to drive.

He laughed as he pulled away. “Did you really just give a ten-thousand dollar bag away to a complete stranger?”

“Nope, I gave a thirteen thousand dollar bag and a pair of two thousand dollar shoes to a birthday girl,” I said, closing my eyes.

“Feel better?” he asked after a moment.

I thought about it for a minute and laughed. “Yup.”

“Attagirl.” He chuckled.