Page 66 of Surrender
“Your car—it isn’t here but you are.”
“Oh, that. My car is in the shop. It was making this clankity clank noise.”
“A clankity clank noise?”
“Yep, just like that. And so, it’s at the mechanics.”
“Uh huh. And how did you get here?”
“Simon. Simon gave me a lift.” He made a mental note to text Simon ASAP to tell him to cover for him.
This whole story was bollocks and Sophie knew it. She just needed to get one thing straight before she chose her weapon. The stapler on the desk would do nicely. “You look nervous. And twitchy. And your shirt’s on inside out.” Not to mention backwards.
Keefe looked down. Shit. She was right.
Then Sophie looked at Ginny. Unlike Keefe, Ginny was tidy as a pin without so much as a hair out of place. Sophie exhaled through her nose. He wasn’t having a fling with Ginny. Good. At least that was settled and she wouldn’t have to throttle him. However, that still didn’t explain his inside out shirt, messy hair and sweaty brow.
It didn’t take long for Sophie to piece it together. Her mouth parted, then pressed into a hard line. “Son of a bitch,” she muttered, the words slow and deliberate as everything clicked into place.
Keefe had been moping around like a zombie after Gwen left town. Then—like flipping a switch—he was suddenly all sunshine and smartassery after the christening.
Nobody gets that excited over a baby’s christening.
She narrowed her eyes.
“You’re seeing her again, aren’t you?”
“What?” Keefe squeaked. “Who?”
“You heard me.” Sophie stepped forward, every bit the fire-eyed protector. “You’re seeing Gwen again.”
Ginny sucked in a breath and subtly tried to sink into the floor. Keefe hadn’t overreacted. Yep, Sophie was going to tear him into strips.
Keefe opened his mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again, like a goldfish gasping for air. “I mean… yes?”
Sophie folded her arms. “Unbelievable.”
“Soph, please?—”
“I knew something was up! And then I saw you skulking.” She threw her arms in the air.
“I wasn’t skulking!”
“He was definitely skulking,” Ginny added. It didn’t help anything but she couldn’t help it.
“I knew it!” Sophie said, throwing her hands in the air.
Keefe braced himself, arms slightly raised like Sophie might launch something at him. “Listen. I love her. I never stopped. And she made a mistake, but she’s sorry, and I forgave her.”
“You forgave her,” Sophie repeated, eyes wide. “And you thought what? That you’d just sneak around until I magically approved?”
Keefe winced. “That was loosely the plan, yes.”
Ginny made a sound like a snort into her elbow.
Sophie turned slowly toward her. “And you knew?”
Uh oh. She hadn’t counted on Sophie’s wrath turning to her. “I—look, I just found out today, and I didn’t tell you because I knew this exact scene would happen and I didn’t want to die.”
