“Nope. Tonight’s about figuring your shit out. We can unpack Holden’s drama later. We all know that whatever it is he has going on will probably only hold his attention for one or two dates, anyway.”
Henry goes to the kitchen and returns with a soda. When Hayden lifts an eyebrow at him, he says, “What? Not all of us live within walking distance.” He turns his attention to me. “Harrison, I assume you know why Delaney quit. Why she left?”
“I have an idea,” I deadpan.
“Well, she was everyone’s employee. Do you want to share it with us?”
I’m annoyed, but he’s not wrong.
“She was supposed to be at an appointment this morning. Instead, I saw her out in the city… with Cassandra.”
“Cassandra? What the hell weretheydoing together?” Henry asks.
“That was my exact question. I watched from a distance, and I was seeing red. So, I approached them.”
Henry sighs and grabs his forehead. “Please tell me you didn’t.”
“I wish I could. I really wish I could.”
“So that’s it?” Hayden asks.
I shake my head.
“Fuck. All right, well, give us the rest of the story, or we can’t help.”
“You can’t help anyway. I-I accused her of being in cahoots with Cassandra.”
“Cahoots for what?” Henry asks.
“To scheme money out of us again.” My jaw clenches.
“Phew,” Hayden says.
I know it’s bad. Really bad.
“Jesus Christ, Harrison.” Henry shakes his head.
“It gets worse.” I look at each of them and then return my gaze to my glass of whiskey. “I basically accused her of being a gold digger.”
Henry groans and tosses his head onto the back of the chair. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Because I saw her with Cassandra, and she gave Cassandra an envelope like the one she took out of my office a few days ago. She said they were names she was going to input into our invoicing system at home. Then Leah and I caught her probablycoming out of Leah’s office by herself the other day. She said she had to talk to Leah later.”
“Then what happened?” Hayden says.
“She left. That was it. Now I don’t know where she is. She could be anywhere.”
Henry leans forward and stares at the ground. “I don’t know. I’m not sure… Never mind.”
“No, say it.”
He lifts his head, and his gaze meets mine. “I’m not sure this is fixable.”
“Yeah, neither am I.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
Delaney
