Then Sunny smiles softly, and Riley arches a brow like she’s daring me to disappoint her.
I sigh.
“Texas can wait one more day,” I say. “Tonight, apparently, I’m having cake.”
***
“Why are we back here?” I ask the girls as we pull up to the gate surrounding my estate.
With one small threat of calling Bones and telling him about Sunny’s littlebadbuttmove, they both agreed we would take my car and driver to wherever it was they were dragging me.
Which I assumed was the compound.
The gates open slowly, and I glance from Riley to Sunny.
Neither of them looks even remotely guilty.
That’s how I know I’m in trouble.
“I was promised cake,” I remind them.
Sunny grins like the menace she is. “And you’ll get cake.”
“That does not answer my question.”
“No,” Riley says, patting my arm. “But it does make you sound grumpy, and that’s adorable.”
I narrow my eyes at her.
“I am theDonof the Moretti family.”
“And yet,” Sunny says sweetly, “still adorable.”
I look toward the front of the estate as the car rolls up the long drive.
Lights glow from nearly every window.
Too many lights.
Too much suspicious silence from the two women sitting across from me.
“Where are they parked?” I ask.
“Out back,” Riley says, smiling wide.
Sunny frowns.
“It’s a surprise party,” she says. “You’re supposed to be surprised.”
“Oh, I’m surprised,” I say gently. “I’m just not understanding why we went on a nearly two-hour-long drive. You could have simply asked me to remain in my rooms, and I would have done so.”
“But then you would have known the whole time,” Riley points out. “Besides, you would have missed our fantastic in-car concert had we not taken the long way.”
I fight the instinct to wince.
The concert.
Yes.
