Chapters (68)
- Biding Time
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Acknowledgments
- Other Titles by Lyn Gardner
- Going on Red
- Choices
- Born Out of Wedlock
- Give Me A Reason
- Mistletoe
“I don’t want to leave you alone,” Bennett said, lowering her eyes. “And I want to apologize for what happened.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
Bennett looked up. “In a way, it was. I’m the one who created her. She’s an ex, in case you hadn’t guessed.”
“I know who she is. Dad told me all about her. And you may have turned Desiree, but the rest is on her. You didn’t make her a bitch. I have a feeling that comes naturally to her.”
Bennett’s strained expression eased, and she sat on the arm of a chair. “Perhaps.”
“Look, all of this is spilt milk. Okay? I’m fine. She’s gone, and there’s a party going on right outside that door, so go enjoy it. I’ll be out in a few.”
“No, that’s all right. I’ll wait,” Bennett said, aimlessly staring at the floor.
“What about your date?”
Bennett popped her head up. “What?”
“Ruby. Short. Redhead. Any of this ringing a bell?”
“Shit,” Bennett said, getting to her feet. “I totally forgot about her.”
“Well, if I were you, unless you want another scene like the last one, you may want to keep your amnesia to yourself,” Lisa said, smiling. “Being forgotten rarely sits well. Just saying.”
“Excellent advice, which I definitely intend to take.” Bennett went over to Lisa and gently took her hand. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” she said, peering at the bruise. “It looks painful.”
“I’m fine, Bennett. I’m going to put on my glove and go back to the party in a few minutes, and no one will be the wiser. Now get out of here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Bennett, please. I’m fine.”
Bennett let out a huff and walked to the door, turning back around before she opened it. “One more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“That dress is gorgeous, and you look positively stunning.”
Bennett didn’t wait for a response. She returned to the party, and when she saw Kenna nearby, Bennett sidestepped some guests and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Can I interest you in some hors d’oeuvres?” Kenna said, holding up the tray.
“No, thank you. I was hoping you could tell me where Ruby is.”
“Ruby?”
“My date.”
“Oh…um…” Kenna looked around. “The last time I saw her, she was heading upstairs.”
“What?”
“I think she was looking for the bathroom.”
“Thanks.”
Bennett made her way through the partygoers, weaving in and out until she finally reached the stairways. She looked up, letting out a breath of relief when she saw Ruby admiring the tapestry on the landing. Bennett took the steps two at a time and reached Ruby’s side within a few seconds. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Max’s study must be massive if it took you this long to realize I wasn’t in it,” Ruby said, her eyes remaining on the tapestry.