Her manipulation knew no bounds.
As though reading my mind she said, “Henry wanted us to have fun out here. We just had a lovely lunch.”
“Who with?”
“Friends. Shay and Kinsley.”
I turned toward the patio.
“He’s busy.”
My back stiffened. “Are you staying here?”
She went to answer and then glanced back at her daughter. “Lilly, come meet Lotte. She’s Henry’s friend.”
“Girlfriend,” I clarified, watching her carefully.
She pouted, dropping her head for a few seconds as though to gather her thoughts. “Henry has been amazing to us both.”
“He’s pretty special,” I agreed.
“He’s excited to giveusanother chance,” she said, studying my face.
My throat tightened and I had to feign indifference.
I snapped my focus toward the house.
“He wasn’t expecting you?” she said.
“Excuse me?”
She nodded toward the patio table with five settings. “He didn’t invite you to lunch?”
“I’m surprising him.”
This felt like Reese was trying to sow doubt.
“Henry’s going to save the preserve,” she said. “He promised to do whatever made me happy.”
“I’m glad.”
“You’ve been good for him, Lotte.” Her expression softened a little.
“We’re good for each other.”
“How do you get on with his family?”
“I’m close friends with his brother.”
“Cameron?” She considered that. “How do you know him?”
“I’ve worked with him.”
“Henry doesn’t talk about you, to be honest.”
“He’s very private.”
“Of course, he must protect his reputation.”