Page 119 of Mistaken Intention

“A couple of days before the accident, we spoke on the phone. You said you’d had a conversation with Lexi and you thought she might be seeing someone else.”

“Did that worry me? Was I jealous?” I hate that he’s so unsure of himself… so lost.

“No. Not in the slightest. You were pleased about it. You thought it might open the way for you to get together with Josie.”

“Even though she and Lexi were sisters?” Drew says, his brow furrowing.

“Yes. You said you didn’t think Lexi and her sister were very close, because they hadn’t met up since Maisie was born.”

Drew turns to me. “Is that true?”

“Yes. I found it hard, seeing her and Maisie and knowing I couldn’t have that life with you.”

“You told me you were gonna talk to Lexi,” Hunter says. “You said you were gonna find out if she really had another guy in her life, and if she did, you were gonna take it from there. Whether you got the chance to do any of that before the accident, I don’t know.”

Drew keeps his eyes trained on me. “Was she seeing someone?”

“Yes, she was. His name is Manuel Ortega, and he’s a model, like she was. The way Lexi explained it to me, they hadn’t been together for very long, but they’d known each other for a while… and it was serious. That’s probably how you picked up on it.”

“It was serious?” he says.

“Yes. They were thinking of moving to Boston.”

“Together?”

“Yes. Lexi thought it would make things easier for you.”

“Why?”

“Because you used to drive to New York and stay in a hotel so you could see Maisie. It was difficult for everyone, I think, and…”

“And what?”

“And Manuel didn’t like her coming to Newport to stay with you.”

Drew raises his eyebrows. “She used to come here?”

“Yes.”

“With Maisie?”

“Yes,” Hunter says, taking over. “It wasn’t something you did all the time, but they had their own rooms in the cottage, and you brought them here whenever it suited your schedule.”

Drew tips his head to one side, looking over Hunter’s shoulder toward the cottage. “I don’t get it. If Maisie has a room at the cottage, where are all her things?”

“We moved everything over here,” Hunter says, nodding toward the main house. “After the accident, it was obvious someone other than you was gonna have to take care of her for a while, so we moved the contents of Maisie’s nursery from the cottage over to one of the guest rooms.”

Drew pushes his fingers back through his hair, one hand on either side of his head. “And Lexi had her own room, too?”

“Yes.”

“Did I look after her? Lexi, I mean?”

Hunter nods his head, moving a little closer to Drew. “You did everything for her. Anything she asked of you, you did it.”

“Was I happy?”

“No.”

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