Page 192 of Ice Darling
“My lawyers are working on it.”
“That doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence.”
Chance narrows his eyes.
I should probably tread carefully, but I blurt, “Weren’t they working on getting the ladies their building back? It’s been weeks, and Cordelia is still fixing cars in an outdoor garage.”
“Paperwork takes time,” Chance defends.
I scowl. “Or maybe you have really sucky lawyers.”
“Fine,” Chance says sarcastically. “Next time I ask my attorneys to find some guy’s address by ‘any means necessary,’ I’ll be sure to let them know your opinion.”
I run my hands over my prickly cheek. “I thought you said you knew him. Can’t you ask your parents for his address? I’m sure they have it.”
“I didn’t say I knew him. I said he looked familiar.” Chance shakes his head. “Now that I think about it, Cordelia looked familiar too. I think I met her and that guy at one of Mom’s charity galas.”
“That explains why she ducked out of sight when you first met,” Gunner muses. “She thought you’d recognize her.”
“It wasn’t Cordelia at those galas,” I growl.
“Right. Right. It was her twin.” Chance blows out a slow breath. “It’s kind of crazy how they both have the same face.”
“But they’re not the same person,” I insist.
“Yeah, we got that, Renthrow,” Gunner says with a roll of his eyes.
The guys think I’m off my rocker, but I don’t care. EvenIfind it uncanny how alike Cordelia and her twin sister look. It’s no wonder the two were often compared.
But I don’t want to fall into that trap.
Cordelia is her own, beautiful, amazing person. Just because she’s more reserved than her twin doesn’t make her any less important. If I have to scream it from the rooftops, I’m going to keep reminding myself and others that she and Gwendolyn are different people.
Gunner throws a leg over the bench and sits down. “What are you going to do when you get the address?”
“Tell him to stay away from Cordelia.”
“And if he doesn’t?” Chance arches a brow.
I shrug. “Then I’ll take other measures.”
If he’s as creepy as those captions are hinting at, I’ll enjoy punching him in the face.
“Got it.” Chance swings his laptop around and shows us an email that just came in from the law office. “I got his address.”
Gunner and I both crowd the laptop to see.
Disappointment spins through me like a tornado.
Gunner frowns. “You’ll need to catch a flight. Probably two.”
“If I head out now…” The words trail.
Gordie is attending Vinnie’s birthday party today. Mom agreed to pick her up from school and take her there in my place. With my daughter occupied at her best friend’s party for at least four hours, I could maybe catch a flight out, but there’s no way I’d make it back in time to tuck Gordie into bed.
“Maybe you could call him and tell him to back off?” Chance suggests.
Gunner swipes to another window on the laptop and points at Ray’s picture. “That doesn’t look like the face of a guy who’d back off with a call.”
