“What happened?”
“Harley. She cornered me in the bathroom.”
Daisy took his hand and pulled him toward a quieter hallway.
“I’m sorry she keeps bothering you. I’ll make sure she doesn’t—”
Daisy interrupted. “Did you keep sleeping with her after I left?”
He flinched. “What?”
“Was it one night, or—”
His jaw tightened. “No.”
“No, it was, or no, it wasn’t?”
Jameson rolled his lips together and begrudgingly whispered, “No… I didn’t stop.”
Her fingers fell from his. Hurt flashed hot and cold and somehow both at once. Words charged to her tongue and died there. Her heart literally ached. So she did the only thing she could.
She walked away.
She refused to look at him for the rest of the evening. Childish, maybe. But she was furious.
And while she knew her anger was directed at actions committed in the past, she couldn’t help but question those decisions.
Harley had undermined them at every turn. She literally set up the appointment that would have erased their daughter. And he’d still gone back.
For months.
“Daisy, please don’t shut me out,” he said softly.
“Don’t talk to me right now.”
“Darlin’—”
She flinched at the word.
“Please.”
Anna and Lenny appeared, breathless. “Why aren’t you two dancing?” Anna demanded.
They both said nothing.
“Okay. I don’t know what crawled up both your butts, but we’re taking this party somewhere else.”
“Where?” Jameson asked, voice flat.
“The Mint Club,” Lenny answered.
“I don’t feel like it,” Daisy said. “I’m just going to head back.”
“Uhh, this is also my divorce party,” Anna reminded, cupping Daisy’s cheeks. “You’re coming. End of.”
Well. Okay then.
The Mint Club was exactly what it promised—mint-green light, chandeliers like dripping jewelry, bass thick as honey. In VIP, the tension from the car rode with them.
