I didn’t realize how much I relied on her support until I felt that uncomfortable dread when she told me she couldn’t come.
Sadie circles the coffee table, but her harsh gaze never deters from me. “Connor,” I say, “I think your cat hates me.”
Connor picks her up in his arms. “She doesn’t hate you.”
Oh good. That’s one less enemy.
“She just hates women.”
Or maybe not.
Ryke lets out an incensed snort. “I thought Rose was making that fucking shit up.”
“When you string together curse words, I go deaf a little in my right ear,” Connor tells him. “What was that?”
Lo is trying really hard not to laugh, and I bite my lip to suppress a smile. It’s too easy to pick on Ryke, especially since the guy takes very little to heart.
Ryke flips him off, mutters more swear words under his breath, and slouches in his chair. “Let’s get on with this.”
Connor strokes Sadie, and even though she purrs, she still wears a mask of evilness—directed right at me.
“I have bad news,” Connor says, confirming that he is indeed the cat-stroking-villain in this scenario. “My PI tracked down the phone number. It was a disposable, so we have no way of knowing the identity of the person on the other line.”
Lo groans into his hands, hunching forward with his elbows on his legs.
I go the opposite route, leaning back into the couch like a tidal wave just struck my chest. What do we do now? “So should I prepare to be in the tabloids soon?” My voice comes out way too soft. Even the thought sends my heart into adive pattern. I can’t think about it without tears brimming. The shame that I’ll bring to my family…
Lo straightens up and laces his fingers with mine. “There has to be something else we can do.”
“Sure,” Connor says. “But I need both of you to open up about things you haven’t been willing to share. I need your top suspects that you believe could be threatening you. I can give those to my investigator, and he’ll check them out.”
“That can’t be too hard,” Ryke says.
Lo glares at the rug. Yeah, it took me hours just to go through our yearbook and circle faces—only to decide that over half of the student body hated Lo. And that was just prep school. We haven’t even factoredcollegeinto the equation.
“Seriously?” Ryke’s brows rise. “How many fucking people did you piss off, Lo?”
“I wasn’t well liked,” he retorts. “We all can’t be the captain of sports teams.”
Ryke rolls his eyes.
“You can’t be that surprised,” I chime in. “You met us when Lo was being cornered by four guys wanting to beat his ass.”
“People get upset over the stupidest things,” Lo says, defending himself.
Connor tilts his head. “Didn’t you steal a bottle of alcohol that cost forty grand?”
“I didn’t steal,” Lo says. “I drank from the bottle and set it back. And it was my birthday.”
“How does your birthday strengthen your argument?” Connor asks. “Unless they knew it was your birthday. Did they?” He knows they didn’t.
Lo glares. “Shut the fuck up.” His words come out lightly and they actually make Connor smile.
“What about those guys at the Halloween party?” I ask Ryke. “Do you think they could still be mad at Lo?”
“Yeah, what’s the name of the guy who was really pissed?” Lo asks.
“Matt,” Ryke says. We all stay silent, recalling the moment where Matt and his brothers chased Connor’s limousine down the street as we sped away. He’s also on the track team with Ryke. “I don’t know if he’s still angry or not.”
