Hugo’s eyes narrow. “You slept with Neena once. You told me you didn’t even like her.”

“I didn’t. Jesus. I didn’t mean it that way.” I spear my fingers through my hair, messing it up. “You dating Neena after I was done with her is not the same thing as Dad stealing my girlfriend. Fuck. I know it’s different. I’m just in a pissy mood, unfairly taking it out on you.”

He relaxes and nods. “I’d be pissy too if those two showed up while I was getting laid. What a buzzkill.”

“You have no idea.” I gesture in the air. “Where’s Spencer?”

“Who the hell knows. We got into an argument earlier about Neena, actually.”

“She finally called?”

“No. Her cell is still turned off. I accused Spencer of running her off.”

“Well, he did, didn’t he?”

“That’s beside the point. Neena left. Whether Spencer was the catalyst or not doesn’t matter. He’s still here with me and I took her side.”

“Have you contacted her ex-husband or Aubrey?”

“I haven’t spoken to Aubrey since she left to go live with her dad. And me and Tony aren’t exactly on speaking terms.”

“Does he even know his ex-wife is missing?”

“She’s not missing,” Hugo growls. “She’s just throwing a tantrum.”

Neena is known for trying to manipulate those around her. Hence why I fucked her once years ago and wasn’t interested in a round two. Somehow, she got her claws in Hugo after that and got him to put a ring on her finger.

“What if she’s hurt?”

Hugo laughs. “Her credit cards aren’t hurt. She’s been buying shit left and right. If I didn’t have a daily bill from Neiman Marcus, I’d be worried.”

“You know you’re going to have to square things away with your wife before this town gets wind of it. If they know you two are separated, it’ll taint your campaign. Worse if they think she’s hurt or missing and you’re doing nothing about it.”

“I know. I’ll fix it. I always do. Just…keep Dad happy. If this chick is just a piece of ass, then be more discreet. Our family likes to meddle, but soon, we’ll have the entire town meddling in our affairs. The last thing we need for the campaign is for it to get out that my brother, the friendly neighborhood high school statistics teacher, is a manwhore.”

She is so much more than a piece of ass, but I can’t tell him that. I’d come here, wanting to speak to my brother and get some advice. Instead, I’m meeting with Political Park. Anything I admit at this point will be twisted into me trying to sabotage his campaign.

“I’ll be more discreet,” I assure him.