She shrugs. “Away. West. Where are you going?”
“Away,” I say, smirking at her.
“What’s in the boxes?” she asks, glancing into the back seat.
“Candy,” I say. “I’m making a delivery.”
She looks as doubtful as she should, but she doesn’t ask questions. Smart girl.
“You got a phone?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Put it here,” I say, patting the cup holder. “You’re going to entertain me. No sitting around on your phone while I do all the work.”
She chews at the corner of her lip. “I won’t get on my phone.”
I raise a brow and tap the cup holder with one finger, keeping my eyes on her instead of the road until she slowly obeys, setting her phone in the holder.
“Good choice,” I say, picking it up. I hit the button to roll down my window and throw it as far as it will go.
“What are you doing?” she cries, her eyes going wide with shock. “That’s my phone!”
I grin at her and roll up the window. “Were you going to call for help?”
She gulps and stares at me like she’s just realized her life is in my hands. My cock twitches in my jeans at the thought.
“You don’t fool me, sweetheart,” I say. “If you had someone, you wouldn’t be hitchhiking in the rain in November. You might as well accept the truth now. There’s no helping either of us.”
thirty-two
Royal Dolce
“It’s done,” I say, sitting down in my usual spot in the family room. I just said goodbye to Harper, told her I have family shit to deal with tonight, and sent her home. I’m still not sure if I’m pissed at her for what she did, but I’ll deal with that later. “The whole place went up. Now we just have to do damage control.”
“It was an accident,” King says, not missing a beat. “He must have fallen and hit his head while he was packing up the pills. The place went up with him still inside.”
He speaks with such certainty I almost believe it. No wonder they were able to convince us Crystal was dead.
“Harper broke the glass on the door to the food court,” I say.
“Teenagers breaking in to cause mischief,” Devlin says. “No evidence that it’s related or that it happened the same night.”
I stare across the square coffee table in the center of the room at him. Of course he has a story to cover it up. He’s a professional liar.
For some reason, this asshole is sitting in on our meeting like he’s a member of the family, even though Eliza’s not here. She went to relieve the nanny, and Crystal went to check on their kids.
My mind fumbles the thought.Three kids.
Last time I saw my sister,shewas a fucking kid.
They’ve made three whole human beings since I’ve seen them.
“Why are you here?” I ask, glaring at him with a mixture of rage and regret that has me even more fucked up than usual.
“I told him to join us,” King says, levelling me with a cool stare.
Devlin’s watching me, too. He’s calm on the surface, but his posture is stiff, his shoulders squared as he meets my gaze without flinching. “If we’re not welcome in this family, we’ll leave.”