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“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it. I will try that method to teach him the information.” She clears her throat. “So, any good shop stories for me today?” She smiles wickedly.
I let out a loud chuckle before I tell her the “green gas” story, still unable to believe it myself.
Tears start rolling down her face as she laughs hysterically. I could listen to her laugh all night. Especially tonight, when I can tell she’s having a tough time. “Oh, I needed that tonight, Joey,” she sighs, calming her laughter. “You always have the best stories.”
All of a sudden, Kelsey’s sister calls her over to the other side of the bar with a grim expression on her face. She looks like she’s about to drop a bomb that will rock Kelsey’s world — and not in a good way.
Chapter 5
Savannah motions for me to follow her back to her office so we can speak in private. That’s never a good sign. My baby sister is one of those people who will say anything in front of anyone. If someone says it makes them uncomfortable, she’ll tell them to walk away.
“What the hell is going on, Sav?” I ask as we walk into the room.
“Close the door behind you,” she says in her no-nonsense voice without looking at me.
“Am I in trouble, Mom?” I joke with her, but my smile quickly fades when I see the glum expression on her face. “Seriously, who died?”
“There’s something you need to see, Kels. It’s probably better that you hear it from me than someone else.”
Savannah pulls up an app on her phone, scrolls for a second and hands it to me. My heart sinks into my stomach when I see the Tinder profile picture smiling back at me — Grant motherfucking Davis. I stare at the photo, trying to process the sight in front of me. The smirk on his face is so smug that I want to throw the phone across the room. I remember meeting Grant two years ago and thinking that he looked like a less rugged version of Gerard Butler — less 300 and more P.S. I Love You.
I practically leap up out of my seat and start pacing around the small space between Savannah’s desk and the door. “What the fuck?! How long has this been on here? I’m going to kill him!” I shout in disbelief.
“I didn’t get that far. Scroll down and it will tell you when he joined.” Savannah bites her thumbnail.
When I scroll through his profile, I spot the section she was referring to. According to this, he made this profile a month ago. I can’t stop the tears from forming in my eyes, even though I know they shouldn’t be. I do my best to bat them away, but they continue to fall anyway. Without a second thought, I screenshot his profile and send it to myself for evidential purposes.
I feel a tightness in my chest that I suspect is coming from trying to suppress my tears. I can’t believe I didn’t notice the signs sooner. There have been far too many nights where he’s been “working late.”
Savannah grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug, but I can’t bring my arms up to embrace it. “I’m so sorry, Kels. Is there anything I can do?”
I scoff to myself. “Yeah, you can let me stay with you for a little bit when shit hits the fan.”
It’s not lost on me that the apartment Grant and I share is leased in his name. Now that I think about it, that was probably by design, so when things undoubtedly went south with us, I’d be the one out on my ass.
“Will that be tonight?” she asks, breaking me from my endless reel of revelations.
I twiddle my thumbs together under my chin as I think this over. It would be easy to go home and confront him about the profile and listen to whatever bullshit he tries to spin. He’s a lawyer, so he’s mastered the art of manipulation. No, the only way to really prove this is to catch him in the act, that way he can’t talk me out of what I saw.
“No, not tonight.” I let out a defeated sigh. “I need your help to create a profile of my own — but not me. I’m going to catch this fucker red-handed.”
“For the record, I never liked him,” Savannah grunts.
“Noted,” I mumble back. Searching the app store, I find the Tinder app and download it. “I need a fake name that he won’t suspect, and a picture of someone he would find attractive.” I can’t believe that after two years, I’m stooping this low to catch my cheating boyfriend.
“Summer,” Savannah says quickly. “And which of our family members has he not met yet?”
“Mmmm, Nikki? I don’t think he’s ever seen a picture of her.” My cousin Nikki is a bombshell — we’ve all often wondered if she was switched at birth because she looks nothing like the rest of us.
I find myself fumbling with my phone due to my shaky hands. My body is processing such a wide array of emotions that I don’t know which one to focus on feeling.
“Here, let me.” Savannah takes my phone out of my hands and creates a profile based on the things Grant listed on his. She’s done with the profile so fast, my head spins. I shouldn’t be surprised, though — she’s been on these apps for a while. “I already swiped right on his profile for you, now we just wait to see if he does, too.”
I take my phone back from her like it’s going to burst into flames. “He said he was working late on a big case tonight… do you think he was out with someone else?” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Probably best not to think about that, Kels. Just wait to see what happens.”
As if my words summoned the devil himself, my phone chimes.
