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“You just started a cat fight in an upscale store in the priciest mall in Dallas. You’re lucky they didn’t call the cops. You can’t seriously be this stupid.” He huffed a laugh and speared his fingers through his hair with frustration. “I lose track of how many times a day those words run through my brain.”
“Don’t overreact.”
“That’s rich coming from you—the woman who just overreacted in a big way.”
“Whatever.” She tried to walk away.
“What’s up with you, Tinsley?”
“I’m under a lot of pressure this weekend. All these events… there’s a lot expected of me. Last thing I need is to have Palmer’s ex in my face.”
“That woman is not worth your time or energy. Don’t validate her by giving her either one.”
“You’re right.”
“Nice to hear you agree with me for a change.” He took her arm and spun her in the direction of the valet. “Okay, then. That’s enough for today. We’re leaving.”
“But I still have shopping to do.”
“You’ve already spent a fortune. What more could you possibly need?”
“I was going to buy you a new suit, for one.”
“I don’t need a new suit.”
“I disagree. Majorly.”
“Come on.”
“Let go of me.” She tried to twist free. “You can’t do this!”
“Uh, yeah, let me write down your complaints, and I’ll check to see if I give a shit later.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“They always this late?” Grady waited at the rear door to the limousine with Reggie, the driver.
“Yes, sir. Mostly so.”
The luncheon and fashion show started in half an hour. With every minute that passed, getting from the estate to downtown was cutting it closer.
“Where’s this shindig being held?”
“The downtown location of Baker & Banks, the most upscale department store in Texas. It’s been around over a hundred years. Anyone who's anyone shops there. Oscar De La Renta personally made an appearance at this event in 2008. It was quite the occasion.”
“You’ve been around a while, huh, Reggie?”
“Yes, sir. Since Miss Tinsley was a baby.”
“Any idea who’d want to do her harm?”
“Miss Tinsley? No, sir.” He paused for a moment, frowning. “Well, there was that time when I was stuck in traffic and a woman jumped out of the car behind us. She threw paint all over the car, screaming how Miss Wyatt supported the murder of animals.”
“What happened?”
“A traffic cop ran over and arrested the woman. I believe the Wyatts pressed charges.”
Finally, Loretta Wyatt came down the steps. She was dressed in a black sheath dress with pearls, a fox stole, and a wide brimmed black and white hat fit for Paris, or at the very least, the Kentucky Derby.
