Her head popped up, and the look on her face told me I read her correctly.
“What?” she asked innocently. “I can help you.”
“No.” I moved closer to her again. “You have something on your mind. What are you concocting in that head of yours?”
“Nothing. I was thinking about Maddie.”
“Bullshit,” Mac said from the other side of the room. “What haven’t you told us?”
Caity looked at each of us and sighed. “I already talked to Maddie a little. I asked her how she found out that Cian was her father.”
“What did she say?”
“Where is my purse?” she asked.
“In my office.”
She looked up at me with innocent eyes that she thought hid the scheming woman beneath.
“There is an envelope in it with pictures and a recording. It was sent to me, but Maddie opened it.”
“Pictures of what?” Sal asked.
Caity bit her lip again. When she’d locked herself in the guest room the first night, the only thing I’d pulled from her purse was her phone. I didn’t want to invade her privacy more than I had. I’d thought she’d hidden everything in the house, so it never occurred to me to look in her purse.
“Pictures of what, Caity?”
She swallowed and answered, “You and me the night Maddie was conceived.”
Chapter Sixteen
Caity
Cian took off down the hall and returned a moment later with my purse. Instead of handing it to me, he dumped the contents out onto the kitchen table.
I crossed my arms over my chest and waited. Watching as he dug through my belongings that now littered the table.
“Where are they?” he asked, finally turning to me.
I held out my hand. He stared at it before looking back at me. “What?”
“Can I have my purse?”
He looked back at the table and then at me. I rolled my eyes and stepped past him to grab my purse. I pulled the liner to the side and grabbed the envelope.
Cian snatched it from my hand and opened it, pulling the photos from inside. He quickly looked through them, and then I watched as his shoulders slumped.
“Thank fuck.”
“That’s an odd response,” Freyja giggled.
Cian tossed the pictures onto the table, and Sal covered his eyes. “They’re pictures of us leaving the bar and entering the hotel. Then Caity leaving the hotel in the morning.”
Sal separated his fingers over his eyes and peered forward before finally putting his hand down and picking up one of the images.
“What were you doing there?” he asked.
“Who?” I asked. “Me or him?”
