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Right. Fuck. Okay. He could get through this. "Vegas."
"Vegas."
He nodded.
"Mrs. Alverez came here from Vegas."
"Yes."
"How?"
He swallowed. "I flew her here."
"Who is she?"
There was no point dragging it out; she'd only plug away until she got all the details out of him. "She's been the housekeeper at the Townsend estate for over thirty years. I asked her to come here to take care of you and Penny."
"You paid her to come here?"
"No.Youpay her." That was still a bone of contention between them.
"But surely you paid her when you made her move."
"I didn'tmakeher move. Haven't you learned by now that Mrs. A does whatever the fuck she wants? She wanted to come take care of Penny. She loves Penny. And she's been missing taking care of a child since Maryn made it clear she no longer needed to be coddled."
"Maryn." Lys sighed and lowered herself to the edge of the bed. "You all lived at the family estate before you moved to Sunnyville. Then Mrs. Alverez moved here… Maryn must love having the place to herself," she murmured.
Jack snorted. "She loves driving my cars."
"Cars?" One of her eyebrows arched. "Let me guess, you own a red convertible."
He didn't bother acknowledging her words. The answer was obvious.
"What else do you own?"
"The house on Watson." He treated it like a Band-Aid. Ripped that sucker right off. Got it over with in one go. "And I used to own this one."
"You own my old house and before that you owned my new house."
She wasn't posing questions, she was thinking out loud, running through the information so she could slot it into the right places. He'd give her the time to roll it all around in her head and wait for the questions or accusations. With Lys it could go either way. She'd either want to know how, why, and when or she'd want to castrate him for controlling her life. Which, he kind of had even though that hadn't been his intention.
"You're Deep Blue."
He hummed his agreement.
"That's how you knew these walls were soundproofed!" She shot to her feet and shoved him in the chest. "How could you? You let me think I'd found a bargain. Let me toss you out of your home."
"It wasn't my home."
"What?"
"It was never home. It was a house."
"But—"
"I never would have bought this place if I hadn't met you."
"That makes no sense."
