Page 43 of Frisco

Shane glanced my way, and his eyes were so fierce I felt seared by them. I was starting to like that burning feeling I got from him, from being around him, from touching him, from him just looking at me.

“You want to know what right I have to be saying any of this?” he demanded, turning his attention back to the phone. “I know the names of all the women you cheated on Kali with. How about that? I know the men you dipped into too. And yeah, she’s here. She’s hearing this. She’s letting me talk to you this way. Think on that.” After a pause he added, “She wants nothing to do with you. Do not call her unless it’s to apologize with an offer of compensation, what you owe her from the divorce. Any other reason, you’ll get me every time.”

He hung up and tossed the phone next to me on the bed. It landed with a soft thump. His eyes never left mine, and I couldn’t look away from him.

I didn’t understand any of this, but I could tell it was affecting him too.

I sucked in some air. I needed a moment. I needed my brain to work once more.

Why was I—my sister. Connor. His club. The reminders landed on me with a hard thud.

“He call you a lot?” Shane sounded disgusted by that thought.

“No.” Which was the funny thing about it. I hated Foley, legit hated him, but he called me after three months of total silence and that was his reception? I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Not really. I had to laugh a little. “I wish I’d been in the room with him when you told him about the guys. He doesn’t know I know about them. He just thinks I know about his foursome.”

Shane’s grin was faint. “You want the names?”

I started to say no, but remembered what Shane had said on the phone. All those names. All those women. He was right. I’d walked with nothing because I wanted nothing to do with Foley. I nodded. “Yeah. I think I do.”

“Good.” There was a glint of approval in his eyes, but then the atmosphere shifted again.

The ex was out. Now it was just him and me.

“Why are you here, Shane?”

He didn’t answer right away. “It’s weird hearing that name. I’m VP or Ghost.”

I shook my head. “Not to me.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t look happy about that.

“Shane, why—”

“You can’t see your sister. Not yet.”

A surge of irritation sliced through me. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t know what she’s overheard while she’s been following us around.”

So I was right. “Is it about Connor?”

“We’re a 1% club. Could be anything.”

That made sense. “So when can I see her?”

“After I know she doesn’t have anything to tell you.”

Okay. I was going to try one more time. “What about Con—”

“Stop asking me about your brother. I can’t talk about him.” His voice was gruff, rough. A note of authority rang out. “Who sent you out here?”

I gave him a smirk. “What? You don’t think my own sister might’ve called me?”

He shook his head. “Like I said, I know your sister. Who sent you? Your mom?”

I narrowed my eyes. “If she did? She told me you guys are spreading the word about her bar. You going to rescind that?”

He seemed to consider it. “Maybe I should, if she’s sending her daughter after the other daughter. Your mom’s observant as hell. If you think she sent you after Claudia for Claudia, you’re fooling yourself. She sent you out here because she saw how I reacted to you that night.”

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