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“Oh, we’re not.” I smiled. “I just wanted to have the check as evidence in case you thought blackmailing me or the charitylater would be a good plan.”
His smug expression vanished. “Is that so?”
“I mean, I could take this straight to Isaac and see what happens. He’s already threatened us with lawyers about thirty times,so I have a feeling he’d freak out and go after you with one of the enchanted ice sculptures.”
“It would be your word against mine.”
“Does he know you? Are you on the guest list? Will he be able to figure out who your anonymous donor is with a truly basicamount of research? These are all questions you could have asked yourself before you threatened me, but apparently you decidedI wasn’t smart enough to think it through.”
Jones stood. “I believe we’re finished here.”
“I believe we are. One more thing, though.”
“What?”
“Smile, asshole.”
Jones turned just in time for the roaming event photographer to snap a picture of us together, with me holding up the check.Busted. I wished I could bottle the salty-ass look on his face to enjoy it again later. Without another word, he disappearedinto the crowd.
“Hey,” I said to the photog. “If you pass me a copy of that pic, I’ll give you a free sub to my channel.”
I didn’t wait for him to say yes; I had a shithead to catch. Jones scooted around the edges of the party toward the exit.He didn’t stop to talk to anyone, but he paused in the doorway, turned, and made a throat-cutting gesture. I followed thedirection he was looking.
Unless I was wrong, he’d aimed his signal at a small group by a moving ice sculpture of a ballet dancer going through an elaborateroutine. I only recognized three people there: Penelope, Charlotte, and... Felicia, who was facing the door.
It could have been a coincidence. After everything else that had happened, I doubted it.
Chapter 19
Penelope
The high from spending so much of the mixer with Charlotte kept me floating through the rest of the party, all the way backto the hotel and in the shower and when I was snuggled under the covers in bed. And then, of course, it immediately turnedinto me overthinking everything I said and did, trying to figure out how badly I’d embarrassed myself.
Knock, knock. Who? Gil? I jumped up to get the door.
Gil, still in Leandro disguise, slipped in and gave me a quick kiss. “We need to talk.”
“Okay.” He sounded really serious.
He slumped into my desk chair and took off his glasses, rubbing his face. “Shit went down earlier. I didn’t want to wait totell you, just in case.”
The next few minutes were a roller coaster of emotions. If I could have found the dude who threatened a charity for kids,I might have done violence in the form of cursed dolls that couldn’t be traced back to me.
“You’re sure he was looking at Felicia?” I asked.
“Not a hundred percent, but it was either her or Charlotte.”
Couldn’t be Charlotte. “Fuck.”
“Double fuck. We have to be super careful tomorrow.”
“Did you get the picture?”
Gil held up his phone. “It’s in my email. And I still have the check.”
“Felicia is probably going to try something since her minion failed.”
Gil grinned. “I love it when you say things like ‘her minion failed’ like you’re some kind of spy.”
