“Yes, Levi Marsh. She told the Headmistress that you were bullying Ivy and didn’t want you calling or mailing her.”

“What. The. Fuck?” I am pissed. “There is no way Ivy told her that. What the fuck is her game?”

“Who picked Ivy up that summer? Do you remember?”

“I don’t.” It was so long ago I can’t remember. “Why? What are you thinking?”

“Well, what if she noticed you and figured out who you were and then decided to go after your dad?”

It’s a good theory, completely plausible. My stomach sinks when I think about telling Ivy all this. She is by no means a fan of her mother, but this is still a deep betrayal.

“I need to be sure of everything before I make any accusations,” I pull my hat off and drop it on the dashboard of his Tesla. “Would you be able to find out who was on the guest list of a Senate campaign fundraiser three years ago?”

“For sure. That’s an easy ask. Where was it held?”

“Founder’s Ridge Golf Club.”

“I can probably have it by the end of the night, then.” He pulls into Con’s driveway.

We let ourselves in through the side door. None of the staff in any of our houses are surprised to see us walking in like we own whichever house. Con’s dad, Victor, has actually drastically cut back on the staff in his house. There’s the house manager, the chef, a few maids, and security always on site, but when we were younger, there was three times as many people milling around.

We walk into the kitchen and see the familiar sight of Delores, the chef, plating some of her signature chocolate chip cookies. I walk around the island to give her a big hug and plant a noisy kiss on her gray-haired head.

“Delores, you knew your favorite person was coming today, didn’t you?” I swipe a cookie from a baking sheet, bouncing it between my hands because it’s hotter than I thought it would be.

She chuckles, “I knew Griff was coming, yes. I assumed you would be here as well.” She slides the plate of cookies at Griff. “They’re in the media room.”

I push the door open and am greeted by the sight of Con’s ass halfway visible and Hoodrat’s long legs wrapped around his waist as they go at it on one of the couches.

“Care for some company,” I rudely interrupt.

Con’s head snaps up and he glares at me, “Fuck off. Give a me minute.”

Absolutely unable to walk away from the opportunity to fuck with him I say, “Hoodrat, let me know if you ever want to experience more than a two-minute fuck.”

Her response is a middle finger over Con’s shoulder. Griff and I laugh and walk down the hall to sunroom. Con and I have walked in on each other fucking girls before, so it’s not that big of deal, but usually he doesn’t kick us out. He must have deep feelings for Hoodrat, which is good because I know I’m quite fond of her myself. Griff is, too, for that matter.

I take a look at my red-haired best friend and realize I’ve never seen him fucking a girl before. I know he’s not a virgin, but I’m pretty sure the reason hasn’t been as open around us has to do with his particular tastes. I have a feeling he’s a bit of kinkster. He goes to a dungeon owned by an FPA graduate in NYC once a month.

“You good taking Ivy to Homecoming next weekend?” I ask.

“Of course,” he looks up from his phone. “You ready to admit you’re in love with her yet?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say without missing a beat.

“Bullshit. I saw you two come out of your favorite fucking closet at school last week. I know you two are together.”

“Really?” I look over at him and he nods. “I thought we were being careful.”

“You are, I just know almost everything that happens in this town.”

“Don’t tell her you know. She’s really freaked out about her dad finding out. Thinks he’d pull her out here and never let her come back.”

“Hey,” Con comes walking in with a sheepish looking Hoodrat tucked under his arm.

I can’t tell if she’s blushing because we walked in on them or if it’s a post-orgasm glow. Maybe both. Either way, I decide not to fuck with either of them again.

“Cookie?” Griff holds out the plate to Hoodrat.