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“My housekeeper? Why is my housekeeper talking to you?”
Grandmother raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget I recommended her?”
My grandmother had planted a spy in my house. “We’ll come back to that, but for now, tell me where London is.”
“Miss McCrae intended to deceive you,” Grandmother said firmly. “She planned to tell you she was pregnant and trap you into marriage.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What? That’s crazy.”
“She knew you would feel obligated to marry her in order to legitimize your child. Then all she had to do was wait until she had a ring on her finger, and then tell you she had miscarried. You are too honorable to divorce her after such a loss.”
I shook my head. “No. London wouldn’t do that.”
“Women like her will do anything to get what they want,” Grandmother said. “That’s why I knew I had to intervene when Mrs. Redwine called me.”
I frowned. I’d forgotten about the phone call. “So, my girlfriend suddenly confided in a complete stranger, revealing her entire plan, and then my housekeeper called you to tell you?”
Grandmother gave me an annoyed look. “Sarcasm doesn’t become you.”
“It really doesn’t,” I countered. “Your story makes little sense. Try again.”
“Mrs. Redwine called me because she found two positive pregnancy tests in the bathroom trash bin.”
“Pregnancy tests?”
Grandmother’s eyes flickered. “I assume they were part of London’s plan. She probably had some pregnant person take the tests and intended to show them to you as proof.”
That was illogical. “Some pregnant person? The only people she knows here are family members.”
Grandmother stood and brushed off her clothes. “I suppose she found some random stranger then. Some people will do anything for money.”
She was lying.
I was sure of it.
My grandmother was lying.
“I need you to tell me the truth,” I demanded. “No more lies.”
Grandmother tried to hold my gaze, but I was relentless.
“Even if she’s pregnant, the baby might not be yours,” she said, confirming my worst fears.
“Where is she?” I asked, barely able to keep my voice steady. “You said you ‘took care of things.’ What did you do?”
Grandmother lifted her chin. “I merely told her the truth. She has no place in your life now. She packed a few things and left without telling me where she was going.”
I felt a coldness spread through me as I went to my bedroom. All of London’s things were gone. Her clothes, her luggage, even her purse. A quick check of the bathroom showed that all of her personal items were missing, too.
I dug out my phone, grateful that I had Konner’s number, London’s cousin. Her brother, Xander, was still in Brazil with his football team, so she wouldn’t have gone to him. If she hadn’t already left for New York, she would have reached out to her cousins. That was where I had to start. And if I had to, I would go anywhere to find her.
My grandmother was about to learn that she had exhausted all my patience and goodwill. I was done with the games and the politics. London and our child were all that mattered to me now.
FORTY-FIVE
LONDON
Exhausted and emotionally drained,I should have been able to sleep on the long flight back to the States, but my mind was too active to allow it. Instead, I was plagued by a stream of disconnected thoughts, like I should eat something, but I had no appetite, and I should have worn more comfortable shoes.
