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"Someone threw a drink at me yesterday, destroyed my phone. Apparently everyone thinks they're on a Real Housewives show."
I stopped my stretches and headed straight to my office. "Random people shouldn't be close enough to you to throw drinks."
"Tell me about it. And before you say anything, no, I'm not going to call Beck Bennett."
Beck Bennett specialized in security details. He and his team usually protected high profile clients, celebrities, athletes, and the occasional politician. We worked together on a number of complicated cases, and I often recommended his firm to my clients and vice versa since our services complimented each other.
For some reason, Luna and Beck couldn't be in the same room as one another without combusting. It made for quite the show, but I preferred a lot less drama. Hence the house outside the city.
"I wish you'd reconsider that. Do you need me to look at your security footage and get the culprit's details?"
"That's unnecessary. I've got it covered and my new phone should be here this afternoon."
I still logged into her security system, and it took me all of five minutes to find the footage from her club. "Fine. Let me know if you change your mind."
She sighed. "You're already looking into it, aren't you?"
"Nope."
"You're such a liar," she said with a laugh. "Now to the point of my call. I need to discuss the Atlantic City property with you. Preferably in person."
Luna liked doing most of her business in person, especially the early stages of a new project when things were still in the air and tenuous. I understood the precaution. "Tell me when and I'll make it work."
I would have to figure out what to do with Faith. I ground my teeth at the thought of leaving her on her own. Maybe she could stay with Mom, or I could call Beck to send someone over. Regardless, I'd figure out something. It wasn't likely that the paparazzi would find her here, but I didn't want to take any chances.
And that damn brunette wig I'd bought her did nothing to diminish her beauty. She stunned you senseless with whatever she wore. I could only hope that nobody recognized her when we went into town. Hopefully our trip was too brief for anyone to get a close look.
"I'm traveling this week. Let's meet next Friday."
I glanced at my calendar, knowing I would make the time regardless of what was on there. "You got it."
We ended the call, and I archived the information I found about the drink thrower then hopped in the shower to get ready for the day.
* * *
"Let me refill your glass, Constance," I heard Faith say as I approached the atrium.
I'd heard laughter coming from the room all afternoon. They had pizza delivered to the house around five and didn't bother to offer me any.
It seems my mother and Faith were getting on famously. I didn't know if I should be happy about that or concerned.
I leaned against the doorjamb, crossing my arms as I surveyed the scene.
Both of them had their backs toward me. They'd crafted a makeshift easel for my mom who had a paint brush in her right hand and a glass of wine in the left.
Willow's nails clacked against the wooden floor as she trotted into the room. Faith whipped her head back, catching me staring.
I stepped forward as soon as her eyes lit up in recognition. She traced me with her eyes, and I swore they darkened before she stood abruptly, sending her chair rocking.
"Hi, Sebastian," she said, waving her paintbrush in the air before noticing it. "I should put this down."
Probably a good idea considering the black paint was dripping onto the ground.
My mother stood as well. "Hi, sweetheart. Look what I painted."
I crossed the space, not understanding what I was looking at. Then it dawned on me. "Is that a..."
"Vagina," Faith said. Then she and my mom burst into laughter.
