“Assuming we find out it really is his phone, what will you do with it?”

“Besides letting you lick it?” I said, but she didn’t laugh. She continued to stare at me, and I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe try to find his number one fan and sell it for a grand? Problem is, you don’t have that kind of money.”

She laughed, and we walked on, crossing the few feet until we were standing behind my car.

I lifted the trunk and leaned in, rummaging through my lost-and-found bin.

“I know what I would do,” she said. “As much as I love him, if Ryan is cheating on Tiffane, I would call up Star or People and sell it to the highest bidder. You know there are pics of other women on there.”

“He’d deserve it,” I agreed as I rifled through the box. I found the phone and pulled it out, holding it up to show Vanessa.

“This one,” I said. “This is the one I found last night.”

She grabbed it from me and held it up to her face, pushing a button. On the dark street, the screen lit up her features, and I could see every emotion that crossed it as she stared at whatever was on the lock screen.

The dubious excitement.

The moment of recognition.

The shock.

I think until that moment, I’d thought it wouldn’t be his. That this little escapade, as fun as it had been tonight, would be over as quickly as it had started. But I knew immediately that it wasn’t true when I saw Vanessa’s face.

And that was before she squeezed her eyes shut, tossed her head back, and screamed into the night.

Chapter 5

It was a picture of Ryan and his wife, Tiffane.

But not just any picture.

It was unlike any photo of a celebrity couple I’d ever seen before. The starlet was makeup-less, and there were bags under both her eyes, none of which detracted from her beauty. Still, the intimate photo led me to believe that they’d woken up shortly before the selfie was snapped. Their faces were pressed close together, and they stared into the screen with matching grins. There was something so personal—so ordinary—about it, which let me know right away that I hadn’t been mistaken.

I hadn’t made it all up.

I wasn’t delusional.

Ryan Hooks had been in my car.

“I can’t believe it,” Vanessa hissed as she seemingly came to the same conclusion. “It really was him! And you saw him cheating on Tiffane.” She paused for a moment and then raised her eyebrows. “What are you going to do?”

“Do?” I asked, holding the phone in my hands and looking up at her. “What do you mean?”