Page 19 of Heartbreak Hero

Sara was glad she’d packed a few of her dresses from home before hitting the road.

If nothing else, her mother did have good taste in clothing. She felt a bit guilty for pulling it out to wear because she had basically told her mother off. But she did plan on trying to talk to her mom before she threw in the towel and cut ties with her family completely. Perhaps they could find common ground?

“Have you seen Timothy?” Missy asked, linking their arms before drawing her through the crowded room.

“I have not.”

“He’s going to be gaga.”

That he may be, but Timothy Getty was the last person she would ever speak with. Timothy was a filthy pig and had no redeeming qualities. He was a trust fund baby who preyed on women. Several rape cases had been dropped against the guy because of daddy’s deep pockets. It paid to have judges on the payroll.

Although that was all hearsay, Sara had once seen Timothy in action at an after-concert party. Thankfully, the poor girl had been able to get away after the cops were called.

“Why are you associating with him?” Sara pulled Missy to a stop.

“Um…it’s his engagement party?”

“What?” Sara couldn’t contain her shock. She hadn’t recognized his picture on the poster at the door.

Lord help the woman who married that scumbag.

“Yeah, he’s marrying Sheila Cabot.”

“Of the Nevada Cabots?” Sara asked. The Nevada Cabots had deep pockets in oil. Sara had met Sheila a few times, but they weren’t close.

“One and the same,” Missy said.

“I’ll pass meeting the happy couple,” Sara murmured and pulled her arm free from Missy’s grip. She hoped like hell that Sheila knew what she was getting into. “I need to find my date.”

“Wait… you have a date?” Missy said, but Sara was already on the move.

Thankfully, with a few quick steps, she was lost in the crowd.

Sara placed her empty champagne glass on a nearby table and snagged another one from a passing waiter.

“There you are,” Kevin murmured, approaching her with a smile. “Where were you?”

“Chatting with an old acquaintance,” she said.

He slid an arm around her waist, and she gracefully sidestepped his touch before shooting him a scolding glance.

Kevin gave a sheepish smile. “Will you at least dance with me?”

“Sure.”

She followed Kevin onto the dance floor with a slight smile.

From inside a black limousine, Levi watched the City Club.

He and Nash were parked across the street in a no-parking zone, but so were numerous other vehicles.

Several minutes ago, Sara had disappeared inside the building looking like a million bucks, wearing a sleeveless black dress that molded to her curvy form. Her hair was a mess of dark curls cascading down her back.

“Are we going inside?” Nash asked.

“Yeah,” Levi muttered and straightened the tie of his tux.

First, though, he had to make a phone call.

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