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His brows furrowed. "Mean by what?"
"You said, 'I doubt he'll even think about that in a few months time.'"
He popped the rest of the bacon in his mouth. "Who?"
I threw up my hands. "Jeffrey, your driver. Why did you say he wouldn't think about that in the future? Instead of saying why he wouldn't be bothered by getting his name wrong right now?"
I heard my own words and knew how ridiculous they might have sounded out of context. And yet, this wasn't out of context. Lucas had said those words.
But when he shrugged and gave me that effortless smile of his, my words sounded silly.
He threw the burnt end of the bacon back onto the plate. "I don't know. Because Jeffrey is the most laid back person I know?"
I shook my head, feeling like a fool. "Right."
Lucas smiled and kissed my cheek. "He doesn't give a shit about things like that." He tapped my nose. "And neither should you."
"You guys!" Claire called out. "I'm going to start saying s-h-i-t in school if you guys say it at home."
Lucas's eyes widened. "Hear that? We're bad influences."
I wanted to feel as relaxed as he sounded, but something in Lucas's upbeat tone just felt off. "Guess so."
"Anyways," Lucas sighed. "I better get going.Jeffrey—"he gave the name extra emphasis, "—will come pick you guys up soon. See you both for the press conference tonight?"
"See you then."
As Lucas kissed Claire goodbye and left out the front door, I couldn't shake the sense that there was something he wasn't telling me.
Claire looked up at me. "Press conference is the thing where we stand in the front of the cameras, right?"
Leaning on the counter, I smiled at her. "That's right. And you're going to do great."
"Because I don't have to say anything?" she asked.
"Exactly."
And what the fuck was I going to say? Just because I was no longer in Jessie's scope of possible suspects didn't mean I liked the guy more than before. The relief that came with knowing I was off his radar also brought with it a lot of uncertainty.
Quinn was supposedly dead, and although we weren't super close, I hadn't mourned, I hadn't grieved, or felt a brief piece of loss...and why was that?
Because just like Lucas's relaxed attitude now, something just felt...off.
It had to do with the video of him in Isaacs's house. When Quinn had assigned me the mission and explained how to get into Jessie's office, he had given me a play by play, a detailed explanation that had sounded like he was reading from a blueprint.
Not like he had been there before.
And sure, maybe I was just overthinking this, but Quinn had never warned me about Jessie's office being locked. That would have been something he would have mentioned if he'd been in the house before.
Claire dropped her plate in the sink, snapping me back into reality. "Ready to go, momma!"
"Sounds good, baby."
But on the entirety of the drive to her school, I couldn't stop thinking about that video of Quinn. As we pulled up outside her school, I kissed her goodbye, and as the door closed, my heart caught in my throat.
"Back to the Penthouse, Ms. Winters?"
I hesitated at the question.
