“We had a deal,” he reminded her.
Heather nodded. The deal was never to talk about it again. It said nothing about getting even.
“Can we go to bed now?” He grabbed his jacket and tie and walked toward the hallway.
Heather didn’t move.
“Are you coming?”
“In a minute.”
“Okay. Don’t be long. I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Noah paused in the doorway, as if he had more to say.
Now would probably be a good time to tell me you love me,Heather thought. But he didn’t. He never had.
Bet you told Paige you loved her plenty of times,she thought, her anger at her cousin instantly resurfacing. She wasn’t sure how she’d get back at Paige.
Only that she would.
Just like she got back at Chloe for that stupid stunt she’d pulled, making her drive all the way to Cambridge in the rain only to send her packing. She reached inside her evening bag and pulled out her cell, punching in the familiar number and waiting while it rang five times before being picked up. “Talk to me, Brandon,” she said when McCann Advertising’s former courier finally answered.
“I did exactly what you told me to,” he said. “Pretended I was the guy who offed that Tiffany babe, told her she was next.”
“And?”
“Scared the shit out of her.”
“You’re sure?”
“She called the cops.”
Heather pressed the phone tighter against her ear, trying to contain her excitement. “How do you know?”
“I was there, wasn’t I?”
Heather laughed, imagining the scene. “I owe you one.”
“Hell, it was fun. Consider it my treat.”
“We may have found you a new line of work.”
“Speaking of which,” he said, “is there anything else you need from me? I just got my hands on some excellent blow.”
“Maybe another time.”
“Heather?” Noah called from the bedroom. “What are you doing out there?”
“Gotta go,” Heather said, closing the phone and jumping to her feet. “Hold your horses,” she called back. “I’m on my way.”