Abby linked arms with her sister. “I say this was a successful spy mission. We know three things for sure.”
“Cheyenne and Robert have teamed up, and he plans to make her a star. What’s the third?” Meg asked.
“Harlow should thank her lucky stars she’s no longer married to that creep.”
Chapter 20
Harlow was the first to arrive at the diner the next morning. Lottie was only steps behind while Eryn, Meg, Abby, Noelle and finally Peyton, slowly trickled in.
Despite the early hour, the place was hopping, and it took a few minutes for the staff to pull tables together to make room for everyone.
On her way in, Harlow noticed a big, beautiful breakfast buffet. As soon as the Mackies were seated and drinks ordered, they began filling their plates with tasty dishes. Harlow’s mouth watered, reminding her she had barely touched the chili her father had made for dinner the night before.
Loading up on scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, golden hash browns along with a serving of fresh fruit and wheat toast, Harlow returned to the table and settled in to wait for the others.
As soon as they were seated, Noelle filled them in on what had transpired, starting with her delivering the expensive bouquet of Venus et Fleur flowers. “I could hear voices, but when Cheyenne answered, I didn’t see anyone inside.”
“How did she react to the bouquet?” Eryn asked.
“She basically snatched it out of my hands and slammed the door in my face.”
“Sounds about right,” Lottie said. “So, you didn’t see anyone other than her?”
“I noticed a guy peeking out from behind the curtain,” Noelle said. “I’ve seen pictures of Robert and am pretty sure it was him.”
Peyton picked up. “Noelle met me at the coffee shop down the street, where we had a bird’s-eye view of Cheyenne’s apartment door.”
“Peyton’s binoculars came in handy. We were able to catch them the minute they walked out.”
“And also recorded it.” Noelle reached inside her purse and removed her cell phone. She tracked down the recording and handed it to Harlow.
Harlow grew silent, watching as her ex and Cheyenne exited the apartment. Robert placed his arm around her shoulders. The couple strolled out of sight. “Where were they going?”
“I’m glad you asked,” Meg said. “Abby and I were on standby, waiting for their next move.”
“And you happened to see them walk by?” Lottie asked.
“Not quite.” Abby tapped the side of her forehead. “We put our heads together and tried to think of the most logical place two superficial, egotistical and arrogant people would go for a date night out.”
“Wendovers,” Eryn said.
“Yep.” Meg patted herself on the back. “We saw them as soon as we walked inside. They were hanging out at the bar.”
The sisters filled them in on what had transpired, which wasn’t much until they were getting ready to leave.
“Cheyenne left to use the bathroom. While she was gone, Robert called someone.” Abby repeated what they’d overheard.
“Robert actually said he thinks Cheyenne will be an even bigger star than I am?”
“Correct,” Meg said.
“She definitely fits the Hollywood mold,” Harlow sighed. “So, Cheyenne is heading to LA.”
“Apparently, in the next couple of weeks so Robert can take her around and introduce her to some bigwigs.”
“The clock is ticking. I’ve made it perfectly clear I have no intention of renewing his management agreement,” Harlow said. “Maybe Cheyenne will be his next big discovery.”
“Or maybe not. The woman has brat-itude,” Noelle said. “Based on what I know about her, she won’t like being told what to do.”
