“I fly out tomorrow,” I blurt out.
“I thought you were leaving Friday?” Her brows furrow.
I shake my head. “I moved up my flight.”
“Why?”
“Because Lana kicked me out of the guesthouse.”
“Oh, shit. Come inside.” Iris shuffles me into the house before shutting the door behind me. I follow her into the barren living room.
I look around. “Where is everything?”
“We’re moving into the new house next week.”
“Already?”
She laughs. “It’s been months already.”
“Wow.” A sigh slips out of me as I settle on to the airbed Iris has set up in front of the TV as a makeshift couch.
“What happened?” She sits on the other side of the air mattress.
“Lana knows about the will.”
Iris’s brows rise. “How?”
“She overheard Rowan, Declan, and me talking about it.”
Her wide eyes only add to the growing anxiety building inside of me. “Shit. That’s explains why she looked like a deer caught in headlights.”
“I fucked up.”
“What did you say exactly?”
I explain what Lana overheard.
Iris frowns. “Did she at least hear you out?”
“For the most part, but that doesn’t change anything. She was already on thin ice with trusting me, and now…”
“She has no reason to trust you at all,” Iris finishes for me.
My eyes drop. “No.” She might not trust me, but I’ll find a way to earn it back and not risk my inheritance.
Iris asks me for more information, so I share everything that happened over the last few days ever since the dinner.
“I could talk to her,” Iris offers after hearing me out.
I rear back. “How would that help?”
“I could help her understand why you would keep a secret like that in the first place?”
My head shakes. “As much as I love you for wanting to help, I don’t think Lana would go for it, so I’d rather you not unless she reaches out first.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’ve done enough damage as it is. Sending you there… I’d rather not risk upsetting her.”