Wow, I should’ve talked to Elise a long time ago about this stuff. She’s like a walking reality check. “Thanks,” I say as I hug her.
“Hey!” Clare calls from outside the store. “Look! It’s Ronin and me!”
Elise and I are both confused for a moment, but as soon as we walk outside and direct our eyeballs across the mall where Clare is pointing, we both get it.
Because right there in the front window of the lingerie shop is a giant poster of Clare and Ronin and he has his hands all over her body and his tongue down her throat.
And this is definitely not the picture I saw back at the studio.
“When did you take that?” I ask.
“Oh, this one…” She stops to think.
“Last fall,” Elise offers. “That was taken last fall. When Ronin was getting ready to bid on this GIDGET contract. He put together a whole fake campaign with Clare.”
“Yeah, that one was a while ago, but those GIDGET people liked it so much, they had us do another shoot this week. I think the proof was getting delivered from the printer today. Did you see it when you left, Rook?”
She bats her eyelashes at me. Clearly she knows I did. “No,” I answer, shaking my head. “Never saw anything.” She scowls at me, not sure if I’m lying or not, not willing to push things in front of Elise. I smile back at her, playing it off.
But inside, I’m seething. That f**ker. Mr. I’m-nothing-if-not-honest f**king lied to me!
Chapter Twenty-Five - RONIN
I tug Rook into my chest and wrap my arms round her. “How about this one?” I point to the white crib with a sleigh bed shape to it. “It’s sorta classic, right?” She glances over her shoulder and gives me a dirty look. I know she hates this but I can’t help myself. “What? What’s that face for?”
“Nothing,” she replies with an annoyed growl.
Something’s up but I’m just not sure what it is yet. Something happened when she went shopping with the girls but she’s not acting mad. Just not happy either. I’d ask Elise, but she’s way too into this crib-buying stuff. Hell, even Antoine is into it. He’s all for the white cribs too, but Elise wants something dark. Apparently she has a vision of what her little boy’s room should look like and nothing will deter her.
And there’s no way I’m bringing Clare in because that would just make everything worse. In fact, I’m pretty f**king sure whatever did happen at the mall, Clare is the reason. I pull Rook over to the crib bedding and point down to a baseball-themed set inside the crib. “I’d pick that one.”
“Yeah, that’s nice.”
Well, at least she didn’t growl. “You wanna get out of here?”
Suddenly she’s interested. “Really? But what about Elise?”
“She’s got it under control. Hey, Ellie! We’re taking off, see you guys later, OK?”
And that’s that. I lead Rook out of the store and swing her hand as we walk to the truck.
The drive home only takes about ten minutes, but it’s ten minutes of silent hell. I know we have to talk about it, but since she’s in no hurry to bring it up, well, then neither am I. I turn the truck off in the garage and then look over at her. She’s f**king with her phone—doing what, I’m not sure, because the only people she really texts are me, Spencer, or Ford and I’m pretty sure she’s not having some deep convo with Ford or Spencer while she sits in my truck. “OK, what’s up, Rook? Obviously something is wrong and it’s got my name written all over it. So let’s just get it out in the open.”
She flips the handle on her door and jumps out, leaving me no choice but to follow her over to the elevator. The ride up is slow and silent and never in my life have I wished for an instrumental version of Hey Jude to be playing in an elevator more than I do right now. Anything to break the uncomfortable silence. When the door finally opens she walks out, but instead of taking a left to head towards the stairs, she walks out into the center of the studio and stands in front of that big promo picture of Clare and me.
“OK, this is the problem?” I ask as I wave my hand towards the poster.
Rook holds up her phone and there’s another picture of Clare and me on the screen. “Do you know where I took this pic, Ronin?”
I take the phone from her and look a little closer. “Shit.”
“Yeah, shit. You lied to me. This picture,” she says, snatching the phone back, “was the one you guys took last year and it’s on display at the f**king mall. This one,” she says, jacking her thumb behind her to the poster, “was a rush job shot last week. At least, that’s what Clare tells me. So would you like to explain why you lied?”
“Well, I’m busted, what do you want me to say?”
She gasps. “Uh, how about ‘sorry?’ Jesus f**king Christ, Ronin. I mean, look, I’m not gonna throw a fit or some shit like that, but f**k, I hate liars. Seriously cannot f**king stand liars. OK? I like the truth, thank you. I enjoy knowing what the f**k is going on, and I thought I could trust you.”
“I didn’t do anything more with Clare than you did with Spencer or Billy, Rook. It was one f**king shoot. They wanted an updated image now that Clare is back to being healthy, that’s all there is to it.”
She walks away. Just heads to the stairs and starts hoofing it up to the apartment. I catch up with her at the top, just as she’s about to turn the corner, and grab her arm. She pulls away so hard she stumbles backwards. “You’re walking away again, Gidget. I’m not gonna let you do that.”