Page 75 of Love Me

He looks at me, and Hunter curses.

“We have little time. Either his phone or his laptop will open the program for the screens.”

I say in my earpiece, “Steal his phone.”

We wait with bated breath until Mia says, “There is an app. It’s called Office. Done.”

The screens unlock, and I blink at what I’m seeing.

It’s a live feed of our kitchen and the hallways to my grandmother’s office. He has eyes everywhere.

“Why would he spy on Grandmother?” I ask.

“When did he last check them?” Kaden asks, looking for the date.

“A few days ago,” replies Hunter.

“He can’t see these.” I point at us going in and out of each other’s rooms.

“You should have been more careful. If we do this, he’ll know something is wrong,” Hunter says.

“He can’t find out about us. Fuck.” Kaden grumbles under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. He plucks out his phone from his suit pocket. “Dane, my friend, I thought you should know that I put a ring on it. You see, Abi would always pick me.”

He hangs up, and I curl my fingers into his shirt, staring a hole in Kaden’s chest.

“What, Sky?”

I yank myself free, and he cocks his head while I barely control myself.

“Let’s do this another time. Now look and see,” Kaden says.

Not even ten minutes later, our house catches fire. We watch flames engulf the rooms before the cameras shut off.

“That was a smart move,” Hunter says, nodding. He looks at me, impressed.

A muscle in Kaden’s jaw ticks when I climb onto Hunter’s back again.

“Get down.”

“But it wouldn’t be appropriate to be carried by an engaged man.”

“Fuck, Celine… you know damn well it’s illegal to be married twice.”

An anger of a thousand fires lights inside me. His audacity is astounding.

When we exit the tunnel, I dust off my dress and slip my feet back into my heels.

“What did he mean?” Hunter asks.

“Nothing,” I say.

“He was good in there.”

There’s no point in acknowledging the obvious. Kaden’s good at everything. We go back to the party. I slip the key card into Mia’s hand, and she expertly puts it back inside Felix’s suit pocket.

One second later, his phone rings, and he excuses himself. That was a close call. When he returns, it’s with a strained smile. “A word with you all.”

While the rest of the guests exchange pleasantries with my father, Felix says, “Your house is on fire. Initial investigations suspect it may have been arson.”

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