They have packages. There must have been some element of planning.
I stab my fork into my eggs, and the tines clink on the plate. Eggs that I have no interest in eating.
All signs lead me to believe Greer has female friends. As in plural.
Which is yet another thing I judged her wrongly for.
There’s a knock on my front door.
Creed raises an eyebrow at me. “I didn’t call anyone. Though we really shouldn’t keep all these hot women from the club.”
That boy is hilarious. Not.
Though Fly probably wouldn’t complain about a call. I flip on the front door camera.
Maddox!
I hop up and rush to the door. “Is something wrong?”
Maddox shakes his head. “No. Sorry. Mindy told me she was going to visit her friend this morning, and I insisted on driving her. I didn’t know you live next door to one of Mindy’s best friends.”
Best friends? Greer is best friends with Mindy?
“Hey, Maddox. It’s nice to see you.” Creed steps in. “Would you like some breakfast?”
“Nah, I already ate. But I’d love a drink.”
“How long has Mindy known Greer?” Creed asks as he pours Maddox some coffee.
“Since they were kids. They went to the same private school.”
“Your eggs are getting cold, Dad.”
Creed’s words pull me out of whatever that was. “That’s a long time for women.”
“Yeah, right. Those women are tight. Like ride or die. When Mindy was hurt, they all turned up. I don’t mean they sent flowers and visited her. Those women dropped everything to get to her, then took care of her every step of the way. Even with as rich as most of them are, they didn’t just hire a nurse and walk away. They were by her side every step of the way. Caring for her and making sure I stayed in line. Winnie is the scary one of the bunch, but Greer…there was something about her. This subtle power. Like she was watching, and if I slipped up once with Mindy, she’d go feral.”
Loyal.
Loving.
What did I do? “Why are they visiting Greer?”
“No idea. Mindy wouldn’t say. But I got the impression it was something really important.”
It’s not like I can just walk over and ask. Even after they leave.
Greer hates me.
My eyes move over to Creed. She loves Creed.
Creed looks up and meets my eyes. “Why don’t I go and ask?”
“That might not be the best idea. Women don’t usually like men interfering with get-togethers.”
“Good thing I’m not a man.” Creed hops up and walks out of the house.
Without hesitating, I flip on the security cameras.
