Page 98 of The Fiancée Farce
Max took the exit for Bellevue Way.
“Therebeing where, exactly?”
“Tucker’s Lamborghini Aventador, obvi,” Max said from the driver’s seat. “Dead fucking sexy car.”
“And the bastard rarely ever drives it.” Teddy tutted. “A right shame, hot little thing like that.”
Max sighed. “A car like that’s meant to be driven. Not gathering dust in a garage somewhere.”
“Lincoln Square,” Gemma said, eyes rolling. “Parks it valet, most of the time.”
Heaven forbid Tucker have to walk through a parking garage. Howplebian.
It was no surprise Tucker owned a sports car. And not just any sports car, but the top of the line in luxury vehicles. Not that Tansy knew much when it came to cars. She kept her license from lapsing because it was nice to have the option to rent a car or drive a friend home if need be, not because she particularly liked driving. She actually kind of hated it, but that was beside the point. She knew just enough about cars to know that Lamborghinis? The ones with the doors that opened up as opposed to out? Fancy stuff.
Priceystuff.
“And we’renottagging it? Or, you know, totaling it?”
Just checking.
Gemma laughed. “Cross my heart.”
“So then what does this plan entail, exactly?”
“All right. You want honesty?” Gemma snatched the paper bag off Teddy’s lap. “It does, in fact, involve Tucker’s precious car.”
“But not his tires,” Teddy said, wagging a finger.
“Not his tires,” Gemma agreed. “His air vents.”
She reached inside the bag and withdrew a bottle of extra-fine glitter.
“His air vents? Glitter? What—”
“Tucker wants attention?” Gemma shook the bottle. “You, sweetheart, are going to give him the attention he so desperately craves. And you’re going to do it on your terms.”
“Hard to ignore a chap who looks like a mirror ball.” Teddy snickered. “Which is exactly what our boyFuckeris going to resemble as soon as he turns his car on, air vents set to full steam.”
Glitter.That sounded harmless. As long as it didn’t blind him and he wasn’t, you know, driving at the time. “How exactly are we supposed to get the glitter into his air vents?” Which begged the better question... “How are we supposed to get into his car?”
Gemma shrugged. The picture of casual. “With his keys, obviously.”
“Yvonne, Rochelle, and Lucy are already in position,” Teddy said, looking at his phone. “They’re ready when we are.”
Tansy stifled a sigh. Lucy still wasn’t Team Tansy, that much was obvious, and given her history with Gemma, Tansy couldn’t exactly blame her. She hadn’t said anything rude to Tansy—in fact, she hadn’t said much of anything—but it was a general vibe she gave off. AnI’m only tolerating you to keep the peacevibe.
Honestly, it was a surprise Lucy had even agreed to come along tonight, even if it was clear she’d come grudgingly. Just before they’d left Gemma’s apartment, Lucy had thrown her hands up and claimed thatsomeoneneeded to make sure they didn’t all get themselves arrested.
“Make a right up ahead,” Gemma said.
The streets of downtown Bellevue were already decorated forthe holidays, candy canes and snowflakes strung up on the streetlights, the city transformed into a winter wonderland with green and silver garlands. Max flipped on his blinker and turned right, just past the Bellevue Arts Museum.
“Take a left into the next garage.”
“Can we just drive in? Won’t we need a parking pass or something?”
“The uppermost level is for building residents,” Gemma said. “But the rest is parking for the movie theater and bowling alley. Max, head up to the fourth level. We’ll take the stairs from there.”
