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“Your face told me exactly what you thought,” I tell her, catching the package when she tosses it to me.
We’re in her sitting room, delivery bags littered everywhere as we try to find me a holiday wardrobe.
When my brother called me and told me he wanted us to go away to our family lodge, I instantly said no. I guess for years it seemed impossible to go away with such little planning, and I’m still not quite used to not having anything to stop me.
Unless you class Lance Sullivan as an obstacle.
I’ve not seen or heard from him since he came to the estate a month ago.
“I liked this one in the picture, and I think it will be perfect for the evenings,” Lucy tells me.
I rip open the cellophane and hold up the black knitted dress. It’s long and strapless.
“I love this one, too,” I say, stepping back into the bathroom to change. I leave the door open so that I can still hear them.
“Have either of you spoken to Nina?” I ask the girls.
“No way,” Megan mutters. “I’m terrible with secrets.”
“She still has no idea,” Lucy tells us. “I spoke to her this morning.”
I smile as I unclasp my bra. “Her and Mase are good?”
“So good it scares me.”
We all chuckle, and I step into the dress. Mason asked us not to tell Nina we are going away. They’ve been a mess this past month. Nina even moved back to the girls’ apartment for a while after she found out my stupid-ass brother was the one who had her studio sold. They say blood’s thicker than water, but I didn’t expect Mason to ever make that statement literal. “I think it’s nice that she doesn’t know about it. He said she won’t come if he asks her, and with everything that’s happened with her studio, it seems like the break she needs.”
“Hmm, I still don’t get the situation with Erin. Anyone got the tea on it yet?” Megan asks.
“Nope,” I tell her, rearranging my boobs in the dress.
The details surrounding Nina’s studio and Erin—the woman who owned it—have been kept tight lipped between the guys and Nina.
I hear Megan gasp. “Oh my god, Luce, you know!”
My back straightens, and I look around the door.
“Oh god.” Lucy covers her face.
“Tell us!” Megan begs as I step back into the room.
“Elliot will kill me.”
“We won’t tell anyone. Nina was cagey as fuck. Who’s Erin?”
Lucy rolls her lips. “She’s a woman from Mason’s past. She’s horrible.”
“So Mason knew her before Nina?” Megan questions, the shock evident in her voice.
When Nina told us that Mason was the one who sold her studio, she swore she couldn’t tell us why but said Erin, the woman who owns the studio, wasn’t who she said she was. She made it out like it was better if we didn’t know.
“It’s so fucked up, girls. Cara Langer is her actual name, not Erin. She met Mason at Melders over a year ago and ended up back at his apartment for the night.”
“Holy fuck.”
“It’s so much worse than them once hooking up. So, Lance showed up at Mason’s the night they met, needing to speak to Mase. It was late, early hours even, and Mason thought the girl was sleeping when he slipped out of bed and went to speak with him. Elliot wouldn’t tell me what exactly, but whatever the two of them were discussing, Erin—or Cara overheard.” Lucy looks at us both dead in the eye, and a chill snakes down my spine. “Cara started making these crazy demands on the spot, blackmailing Mason. Apparently, he panicked and gave her what she wanted.”
The woman who blackmailed Mason. This is the woman Lance told me about.
