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“You’re going to get more. I’m sure of that.” She released me and settled back in her seat. “You know, I was over at Ford’s house the other night for dinner, and it’s funny; he and Sydney were talking about moving too. I guess they want a bigger place. And then Craig was telling us that he’d just bought a house as well. It seems everyone is hot for real estate right now.”
Craig knew all about my new house and the private dinner I’d thrown for Oaklyn.
Since he was my cousins’ personal chef, I’d asked him not to say anything to Dominick, Jenner, or Ford about coming to my place and cooking for us.
I’d tried to cover my ass.
But I wondered if he’d kept my secret since my sister was notorious for getting people to open their vaults.
I was going to poke a little and see if anything came spilling out.
“I saw Craig recently,” I admitted. “He didn’t mention anything to me about moving.”
“No? Huh.” She shrugged. “Where did you see him?”
“I don’t remember.” I attempted to look like I was thinking. “Jenner’s maybe. The grocery store. I don’t know. I’m drawing a blank.”
Her brows rose. “You went to the store?”
“I’m not that much of a diva, Hannah,” I groaned. “Besides, I do eat. A lot.”
“Obviously. I just figured you had your housekeeper do your shopping.”
I crossed my hands over my phone, hiding the screen—something I probably should have done earlier. “She does, but that doesn’t mean I don’t run in on occasion.”
“Next step: hiring Craig full-time.” She smiled. “I’m sure that’s in your near future.”
She was waiting for a response, so I gave her an honest one. “Most likely.” I paused, deciding which angle to take this. “He didn’t happen to tell you that he saw me, did he?”
“No. Not a word. Why?”
Her answer had come fast.
Her expression casual, her body relaxed.
I didn’t get the sense that she was trying to hide anything.
“I don’t know … just wondering.” It was time to change topics. “Anyway, why do I get the feeling that you have something you want to talk to me about?”
“I do.” She sighed, her head falling back, and while she gazed at the ceiling, she took several deep breaths. “Oaklyn is going to kill me.”
The one person I didn’t want to discuss, but it sounded like Oaklyn was the whole reason Hannah had come in here.
“Why do you say that?”
She finally looked at me, and I couldn’t tell if there was emotion in her eyes or something else. “Her gift for winning President’s Club was a trip, and she invited me to go with her.” Her head turned, giving me more of her profile. “Did I tell you that already?”
Is this a fucking trap?
Did Hannah and I discuss this?
Shit, I can’t remember.
“Vaguely familiar … maybe. Go on.”
“We’ve planned this whole vacation—where we’re going, what trails we’re hiking in Sedona, and we even booked spa treatments and excursions and dinner reservations. I’m talking the whole nine, ya know?”
“Okay …”
