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“She’s meeting Charlene?”
She shouldn’t feel this surge of betrayal. Honey had made it clear that they weren’t ever going to be best buds. And that she was a big Charlene-supporter.
Still, it felt kind of gutting.
“There she is now,” Webb said.
Charlene drove up in some low-slung sports car.
She climbed out, showing off a lot of long, lean leg. She was wearing a really short skirt and tight top.
“She obviously doesn’t know that Zander is out on a job,” Webb commented.
They couldn’t hear what the two women were saying, but Honey’s happiness was obvious while Charlene just looked so . . . fake.
Honey brought her into the kitchen to pour them both a drink. Charlene asked something. When Honey replied, Charlene scowled.
“Probably just learned they’re on their own,” Webb commented. “Damn, I need a beer or something else to watch this. Anyone want something?”
Keira and Miles shook their heads and Webb left the room.
“Where is she going?” Miles muttered as Charlene left Honey bustling around in the kitchen. They watched as she walked upstairs and into the bedroom. “Zander’s room.”
She should have guessed.
“What is she looking for?” she asked, as Charlene started going through his fake drawers.
Webb walked in behind them. “Fuck, she’s looking for any hint of you.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“You told her that you’re living with us, with Zander, and she knows that to be our house. So she’s looking for your stuff.”
“And none of my stuff is there,” she said
“Yep. Damn it. We fucking dropped the ball there,” Webb muttered.
“Does it matter? We don’t care what she thinks, right?” she asked.
“I suppose not,” Webb said with a frown. “Guess she’ll just think we were lying. Although she might keep trying to get to Zander if she thinks he’s not taken.”
Great.
“I don’t know if she cares whether he’s taken or not,” she pointed out. “And I can defend him from her.”
Webb grinned down at her and held out his fist. She bumped hers against his. She turned back to the screen and her stomach rolled with nausea. “Did she just . . .”
“Take off her panties and put them under his pillow, yep,” Webb said in a tight voice.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Miles groaned. “Who does that?”
“Psycho stalkers. If she starts masturbating on his bed, we’re gonna have to burn that thing,” she commented.
Thankfully, Charlene seemed to realize she should get back downstairs before Honey went looking for her. She left Zander’s fake bedroom soon after.
“Are we going to tell Honey?” Miles asked.
“Yeah,” Webb said. “We have to make her see who Charlene is. Come on, Keira. Let’s go see her.”
