Chapter 2
“Her deadbeat husband probably broke her brain. Or she’s just jealous and starting shit.”
Okay, I’m in normal maternity wear. Not couture, but not a literal potato sack.
I ignored the peanut gallery and shot Sophie a razor-sharp smile.
“Huh. Had no idea you were this good at jacking other people’s lives.”
I whipped around to the receptionist, voice cutting.
“So when she checked in-you did verify her ID, right? Walk me through how that went down.”
The receptionist stammered.
“Well, um, Mrs. Carter said she’d lost her ID. So we… we didn’t actually check.”
“But Mr. Carter was right there with her the whole time! There’s no way-
I cocked my head, dripping sarcasm.
“Oh, so because Mr. Carter said she’s legit, you just rolled with it? What, guys can’t lie now? That doesn’t sound sketchy as hell to you?”
The receptionist’s mouth flapped open. Nothing came out.
Sophie clutched her chest like I’d stabbed her.
“Olivia, she’s just doing her job. Why are you attacking her like this?”
She sighed, all fake sympathy. “I get it. Money’s tight for you. But tearing people down won’t fix that.”
Painting me as the unhinged villain.
Then her phone rang.
Caller ID: Hubby.
Sophie went rigid.
Oh, I knew exactly who that was.
I grinned-ice-cold and vicious.
“Well? Pick up. I’m dying to hear how Damien’s gonna bullshit his way outta this one.”
