Patty slumped back in her seat, watching with longing as Harold's villa disappeared into the distance.
After two sharp turns, the car lurched to a stop. The driver twisted around to face Katie, his expression cold. "Look, I only did this because of your sister. But I'm not stupid enough to cross Harold. You're on your own from here."
He wanted them gone. Now.
Katie's jaw clenched. "No wonder my sister can't stand you."
The man's shoulders lifted in a careless shrug. "Don't care. That's ancient history. Your sister and I ended things ages ago. Get out."
If that woman didn't have dirt on him, he never would've risked Harold's wrath for this mess.
His family had caught wind of the rumors too—that Harold wasn't really a Bailey. But his father had been crystal clear: don't poke the bear right now.
Not unless he wanted to end up six feet under.
