What neither of them knew was that I’d stopped starting fights two years earlier.
Instead, I’d started gathering evidence.
I grabbed my suitcase handle.
Margaret crossed her arms. “And don’t come back tonight.”
“Tonight?”
Her smile widened.“Oh, Ethan didn’t tell you?”
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
Margaret continued. “We’re hosting a celebration. Eight hundred thousand dollars. Caterers, orchestra, imported flowers, the governor’s old event planner. Over a hundred guests.”
“For what?”
She savored her answer.
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