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“If I tell him right now, he’ll never forgive me.”
“Then remind him what he’s missing first and then drop the bomb.”
“That’s like going nuclear.”
“Well, then you gotta nuke him good.”
I gave her a hard eye roll. “What if he hates me?”
“Did you see the way he looks at you? The man is still in love with you.”
“Still in love? He was never in love with me. Allie, we spent one night together.”One amazing night I would never forget.
“And you share a child. There’s obviously a connection there.”
She was right—except James didn’t know about the greatest connection we had. I cranked my neck to the side and gathered my wits.
“I have to pick up Foxy.”
“Emma said he can stay until morning. I already told her he will. ” She wiggled her brows. “This is the chance you’ve been waiting for. Don’t mess it up.”
“Did you know eighty-eight percent of people lie to their partners?”
“You don’t have to be a statistic, babe. I know you can do it.”
“I’m gonna try, babe. I truly will.”
She hugged me hard, and we returned to the parking lot. Moments later, we were driving toward Manhattan. James cranked up the radio, and I used the time to gather my thoughts. I went over all the possible conversations about Foxy in my head, and all of them ended with James hating me.
Half an hour later, James pulled up to a boutique. Its owner, Mary Wagner, welcomed us at the door. Dark curls spilled over her shoulders as she embodied Elvira Addams in Madonna’s style. I helped Allie change into a suitable outfit for the auction where they’d pawn her.
“You know what you’re doing, right?” I asked her in the change room. “Because Foxy needs his godmother.”
“I got it. I promise,” Allie assured me.
“Hey, James.”
Our heads flew to the voice behind the curtain, and I popped my head out of the change room.
“What’s up, Gracie?” He waved to a beautiful woman walking down the staircase.
“I’m still looking for that date for the masquerade. You interested?”
“I don’t do tuxedos,” James grunted.
“You’re a Silver. You can do whatever and whomever you want.” The woman busted out a laugh.
I stepped out of the dressing room and watched as Gracie walked down the glass stairs.
“If that were true, my baby brother would do you, Gracie.”
“Don’t speak the demon’s name.”
“Hunter’s been asking about you.”
Grace let out an exasperated “Argh…” and stomped down the last three steps.
Their bickering was cute. Tristan’s cousin, from his mother’s side, had spunk.
