“Worth it in the end.”
“Oh?”
A smug smile dances on Wynter’s lips as Lex, one of the waitresses at Dopie’s Diner, drops off our drinks. She waits until we’ve all been served then leans forward.
“I kneed him in the balls.”
“Again?!”
Shay’s mouth drops open before his eyes narrow into slits. “You’ve done that twice? Huh? What did he do?”
“Got handsy.” She shrugs. “I showed him that I’m my father’s daughter.”
I press the back of my hand to my forehead. “Stop talking dirty, Wynter.I can’t handle it.”
She cackles. “Tell me about it. If he can still have kids after what I did to him, then Dad will be disappointed.”
“You got in some pincher action?”
“Ouch.” Shay fake moans, but he’s smiling.
“He deserved it.” A glimmer appears in her eye. “He’s an odd duck.”
“What do you mean?”
“This party we attended… it was swanky but weird. An auction.” The paper napkin in her hands disintegrates as she rips it to shreds. “Of sorts.”
That rings a bell. “Was it in Mt. Palisades?”
“You know the country club I’m talking about?”
“It’s where my second rite was. After the party ended.”
“Yeah, it was chaotic.”
“What happened?”
“People freaked out about finding a corpse in the pool,” she says wryly.
I wince. “Makes sense.”
“I know.” Her amusement fades. “There were a bunch of guys there that were Veronians. I recognized one—his kid lives in my building.”
“His kid?”
She points her fork at a table up front. “Denver Parilla.”
Shay hums. “Isn’t he a sports agent?”
“How the hell do you know that?” I demand.
“Hey, I take an interest in people too, you know. Anyway, she practically lives at the Pond.”
My nose wrinkles. “The where?”
“The Pond, Victoria. Where they play hockey games.”
“Ohhh. I wondered why you’ve never taken me there. You know I love fish.”
