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I assume it’s Dad. Mom would have knocked by now.
I remain still until the footsteps go back the way they came.
Good.I’m done speaking with Dad tonight, and I feel awful I just turned Luc down.
He was smiling, though. As if he was privy to something I didn’t know.
Why was that?
I glance at his business card. It has an executive look with its black background and gold writing.
He was right. We’re not done yet. I don’t want us to be, but I’m continuously torn and conflicted.
I rest my head on the pillow and pull the sheets closer, hating that everything sucks so much.
I’m woken by the sound of my phone buzzing on the floor.
I don’t even remember falling asleep, and I did so in the same spot I was in when Luc left.
I grab my phone and sit back on the bed to keep myself covered.
It’s Harvey, so this call will either be incredible news or terrible news, depending on whether or not he got the permission for me to do the story on the Vanderville Manor and the necklace.
I answer the phone and put on my best voice.
“Hey, Autumn, hope you’re doing okay.” Harvey tries to greet me with his usual upbeatness but from the dullness in his tone I sense this call won’t be good.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’ll be even better if you heard back from the owner and they said yes.”
“Sorry, my dear. It’s not good news.”
“Oh no.”Damn it. Can’t something go well for me? I bring my hand to my head, feeling a headache coming on.
“They said no, Autumn.”
My heart was already sinking but it hits the floor on hearing the added confirmation. “I had my heart set on doing that story.”
“I know, and I’m disappointed, too,butI have a wild idea. There might still be another way to get your story.”
My interest piques instantly. “What is it?”
“Well… your father is acquainted with the owner. He’s a player on his team. I wondered if you could broach the subject with your dad and see if maybe he could have a word.”
The moment Harvey says the owner is a player on Dad’s team, a knowing feeling tugs at my gut, spiking my instincts. “Who is the owner, Harvey?”
“Luc Le Blanche.”
Holy shit.
Luc?
Luc is the owner? I don’t know how many more coincidences I can take. And they’re always with him.
My eyes land on Luc’s business card on the nightstand, and I realize something.
It’s truth and knowledge in one lethal hit.
Luc knew about this last night. That’s why he left his card and told me to call him. It was also the reason for that dominant smile.
