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I snorted. “I appreciate the upvote but nah, I meant Temper Black.”
He grunted. “I don’t like her.”
“We’re in agreement there. I’m making sure she knows how I feel about her being a double agent.”
A chuckle escaped him. “What have you done?”
“Set Eagle Eyes on her.”
His chuckle morphed into a belly laugh. “You set a sniper on her?”
“Yup. Anyway, I told him to make it obvious that he’s hunting her too. Let’s skewer the bitch’s nerves.”
“You’re gaslighting her? Or is the endgame to shoot her?”
“I would if she weren’t Dead To Me’s cousin. But she is, so I have to dial it down a touch.”
“‘Dial it down,’” he repeated softly. “Not sure if I’m bewildered or impressed that that’s your idea of dialing it down.”
My lips twitched. “I’ll settle for a mixture of both. Especially as the bitch is the shoo-in for the deputy director’s job. You watch her soar to the top of the food chain over the next few years.”
“It’s not what you know, it’s who you know,” he said gruffly.
I sniffed. “I fucking hate how true that is.”
When we finally breached the traffic and made it outside of Russu and a valet popped up to park Conor’s SUV/tank, he murmured in my ear, “What did you offer as payment for controlling the playlist?”
“Nothing. She was being nice.”
“Why?”
“We were trying to be kind to each other for Savannah’s sake.”
“You’re more than Savannah’s best friend.”
“I know. We don’t have that kind of relationship. We’re more like sisters, I guess, but Jennifer wanted to make a good impression and so did I.”
“Curious.”
“What is?” I queried as we made it down the long red carpet toward the club’s entrance.
“That two ornery women decided to get along because of a third ornery woman.”
Chuckling, I retorted, “A match made in hell.”
“Seems like it. Aoife’s the odd man out in the bunch.”
“Why?”
“She’s best friends with Jennifer.”
“She is?” My brows rose. “Why didn’t Savannah invite her the other week?”
“Aoife doesn’t particularly like Savannah. They get along okay, but they’re not each other’s favorite people.”
Offended on her behalf, I asked, “Why?”
“Because of how Savannah became friends with Jen. You know, that whole pretending to be a client of her accounting firm so she could grab some of her DNA to check if she was an O’Donnelly love child?”
