“Besides, Taylor’s tickets are impossible to get. Why waste the effort?”
So it wasn’t that the tickets were hard to get. He had given the tickets and himself to someone else.
A cold laugh escaped me as I pushed the door open. Both girls froze.
The other girl stammered, “President Higgins,” before slipping away awkwardly.
Desiree tried to leave, too, but I stopped her with a sharp word. “Desiree, right? Yesterday afternoon… did you go to my house?”
Desiree’s eyes flickered nervously.
“President Davidson forgot his documents… it was urgent. He asked me to grab them…”
I raised my brows, my voice cold and sharp. “My Colbie is wary of strangers. If someone who doesn’t know touches it, it gets stressed. How did you manage that? It actually lets you hold it?”
Desiree’s face drained of color, and she stammered, “Maybe… maybe because I usually feed stray cats. I carry their scent, so small animals… they like me…”
I sneered. “So you like them so much that the very first time you came to my house, you called yourself its mom? And called Vincent dad?”
“Then what am I? The nanny?”