“When did Deveraux tell you love sucks?”
“Tonight,” he answers quietly. Carefully. “I, er, saw him, actually. I told him about my new job. And he said love is tough, but if you really want it, you’ll move heaven and earth to make it work.”
“That’s what he said?”
Tod nods, his silence no doubt an indication of his understanding that I’m about to call him a traitorous shit.
“Who introduced you to the bigshot designer, Tod?”
“Ah.” Tod rolls his lips together as though in contemplation. “Well, I don’t exactly remember,” he says, pulling on his ear.
“Because it was so long ago?”
“Maybe.”
“Like, an hour? Two?”
“I’ve had a drink!”
I angle my head. “Who introduced you to them, dipshit?”
“Deveraux. I wasn’t going to tell you because the sound of his name causes you pain.”
“Really?” I deadpan.
“And also because he said if I wanted to impress you, I probably shouldn’t tell you he had a hand in it.”
A hand? More like a bloody great foot.
“He knows the only reason I never told you I loved you was because I thought you were too good for me.”
“Nope.” Bending my knees, I swing them around Tod.
“What do you meanno? Where are you going?”
“I’m going to take a leaf out of this book,” I say, closing it carefully and setting it on the coffee table. “I’m going to go murder my husband.”
47
RAIF
I’mon the terrace finishing my fourth whiskey and cigarette chaser when Leo calls my name. I turn back to the dining room as his head appears around the side of the door.
“She forgot the code again.” He tries not to smile, but his smile wins.
“I’m not sure she ever learned it.”
“Better get her a remote, then. She almost wiped the intercom out.”
“She drove here?”
“In the McLaren. Drove like she stole it.”
“Fast?” My heart beats twice in quick succession.
He shakes his head. “Like she was trying not to attract notice.” He grins. “She still nearly wiped the intercom out.”
“She probably thinks she’s returning it. Save her the cost of getting it towed.”
