“I presume you’ve had the same argument with her?” he asked.
Jan nodded. “We’ve covered the same ground, many, many times.”
“I’m afraid we have two choices, my dear,” Eloise said. “We can either support her and stand by her side, or we can watch her do this on her own. I vote for the first.”
Sian started to talk, but Griff held up his hand, asking her to give him a minute. He needed to think. Sian was going to expose his bad boy life as a sham, tell the world why he acted like he did, and after that, there’d be no secrets to keep. He couldn’t help feeling excited at having that burden lifted.
It would no longer be his burden.
Maybe it never had been.
Sian was going to do this, with or without him, and he was damned if he wouldn’t stand by her side. He’d always thought she was talented, very smart, but today he was so very proud of her strength, in awe of her courage.
Man, he was so very proud to be her brother. Her twin.
And sometime in the future, when the furor died down and his life settled into a new type of normal, maybe he could ask Kinga out for dinner, start afresh, with no secrets between them.
A guy could only hope.
Griff narrowed his eyes, a thought occurring. Maybe, just maybe, he could kill a flock of birds with one supercharged stone...
“Are you sure you want to do this, Sian?”
Sian rolled her eyes before solemnly nodding. “I am very sure, Griff. If I could do it today, I would.”
Right, well...
Griff looked into her eyes, so like his own. “If you are certain, if you are irrevocably committed to this path, can I ask you to do something forme?”
It was past six and Kinga promised herself an early night, vowed not to work until the early hours of the evening. She was even thinking about leaving her laptop here in her office, to force herself to take a break.
She was still debating whether she’d curse herself for such a radical move when Tinsley flew into Kinga’s office, her expression confused.
“News!” Tinsley dramatically announced.
“Good or bad?” Kinga asked her overexcited sister, unable to summon much interest. God, she had to pull herself together. Since she and Griff parted ways, nothing much raised her blood pressure.
“I drove past the restaurant where Pritchard is hosting his cocktail party and not only is there a dearth of guests, but I also can’t see any members of the media, either.”
“They are probably all inside the restaurant, Tins.”
Tinsley sat on the edge of her desk. “They aren’t. As I drove past, I saw three reporters leaving the venue, moving fast. I think something else has happened to take the spotlight off Pritchard.”
Kinga shrugged, not particularly concerned. Mick was a jerk and she refused to let him affect her life anymore. Jas was gone. Kinga still loved her and she was pretty sure that wherever Jas was, she still loved Kinga, too. It was time to release the guilt...well, as much as she could.
“What could’ve happened to drag their attention away from Pritchard? O’Hare is still out of town, so it can’t be him,” Tinsley stated, frowning. “It’s got to be a big story.”
Her sister was curious, and Kinga knew she wouldn’t leave until she knew what was happening and where. Tinsley hated being out of the loop.
“Contact your sources,” Kinga told Tinsley, pulling her phone out of her bag. Scrolling through her contacts list, she called one reporter, didn’t receive an answer, and called another. Judging by Tinsley’s face, she wasn’t getting much joy, either.
Frustrated, Kinga punched out a text message, staring at her phone as she waited for a reply. A minute later her phoned vibrated, indicating an incoming message from one of her favorite journalists.
Sian O’Hare is giving a press conference at the Portland Harbor Hotel. Heady stuff. The place is packed, every reporter ever born is here. Guess that’s the O’Hare pulling power.
WTH?Kinga replied.Is Griff there?
Griff and Stan and Ava. Wow. He did a great job snowing us.