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She flips on the radio, a clear hint that she doesn’t want to speak any longer.
Frustration boils inside me.
I flip the radio off.
Elizabeth hisses. “I was listening to that!”
“I’m trying to talk to you.”
She folds her arms over her chest and glares through the window.
I suck in a deep breath and ask calmly, “How did things with Novah go? Does she really know about us?”
“She knows we’re fake, yeah,” Elizabeth spits out.
I wince at the word ‘fake’. This marriage isn’t a ruse to me anymore and it almost hurts me to hear Elizabeth still feels that way. But what did I expect? We made love last night, but I never told her how I felt.
I suck in a deep breath.
I’ll tell her.
Tonight.
Hopefully, she’s in a better mood by then.
“How did she find out?” I ask.
“Her fiancé’s friend is working at the firm that’s handling your grandmother’s will.” Elizabeth turns accusing eyes on me. “I heard you were pushing to get the liquidation of assets down from seven days to five.”
“Not me. Levy.”
“Still, you must be happy.” She glances forward again.
“Of course.” Steph can get the surgery she sorely needs. The difference of just two days could save her life.
“I’m happy too,” she snaps.
“Okay…”
I feel Elizabeth’s heated stare. When I glance over, I catch a hint of tears in her eyes before she croaks, “The sooner you get your money the better.”
“Liz,” I reach over to take her hand, but change my course when she frowns at me, “what’s wrong? Did Novah threaten to tell your family about us? Did she blackmail you into doing something illegal?”
“You think my cousin’s a criminal?”
“No, I—”
“You think just because we’re black, we’re all shady?”
My jaw drops. Elizabeth did not just pull the race card with me. I’ve never, for a second, thought about her family within black-and-white stereotypes.
“She’ll keep it quiet,” Elizabeth mumbles. “She has nothing to gain from that.”
“You trust Novah now?” I growl, still annoyed by her previous comment.
“Do I have any other choice?” She lifts her chin. “Besides, she’s family. It’s better than trusting a stranger.”
A stranger.
