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“We?”
“We. I’m coming with you.”
Thirty-five minutes later, thanks to light traffic and Sabrina’s lead foot, they arrived at his mother’s estate. On the way, Flynn had texted Veronica to let her know that Sabrina suggested they come by. He expected Veronica to tell him never mind, or that a visit wasn’t necessary, but she didn’t. Either she was playing a long game when it came to winning him back, or she really did need to see a familiar face tonight.
After they’d been buzzed in at the gate, Flynn studied the house, sitting regally in the center of a manicured lawn. It looked the same as when he’d grown up here, save for the missing rosebushes lining the property—his mother’s passion. He hadn’t missed this house when he’d moved out just three years after she’d passed away. His father hadn’t stayed there either, moving to his downtown penthouse instead. Flynn would drive by his childhood home on the rare occasion, but only to remember his mother. It always made him think of her. It occurred to him for the first time that there had been no reason for his father to keep the house, except for a sentimental one. Flynn hadn’t thought of his father as a “sentimental” man, but why else would Emmons have kept the house clean and the grass mowed all these years?
Flynn wasn’t sure if he was more disturbed over the idea of his father’s hidden feelings, or the fact that Flynn was here for the sole purpose of checking on his ex-wife.
Veronica opened the ornate etched glass, cherry-red front door.
“Sabrina.” The greeting was a jerk of her chin. “I’m sure this is the last thing you wanted to do tonight.”
Sabrina smiled patiently. “Pour me a glass of wine and I’ll consider the trip worth it.”
Veronica gestured for them to come in and Flynn followed Sabrina into his mother’s house. The place had the same vibe as when his mother was alive: an improbably homey feel for an unbearably large home. That was his mom’s doing. Everything about her had been approachable and comfortable even in the stuffy multiroomed estate where she’d passed.
“I’m going to poke around and make sure no one’s hiding in any closets.”
“Here. Take this.” Veronica opened a drawer and pulled out a flashlight. “Check the closets. And under the beds.”
Much as he didn’t want to look at the bed Veronica slept in, he gave her a tight nod before consulting his date.
“You two going to be okay alone? Did you want to come with me?” he asked Sabrina.
Veronica pulled a bottle of white wine out of the fridge. “I can be amicable, you know.”
Sabrina gave him a sultry wink that made him wish they were anywhere but here. “I’ll let you battle the bad guys while Veronica and I have some Chardonnay.”
“Fair enough.” Sabrina could handle herself. She didn’t need him hovering over her. With a nod of affirmation, he started down the first hallway and flipped on the lights.
