Chapter 150
Chapter 150:
“Forget the cake. You won’t believe what I’m about to tell you p>
“That’s going to top my story?” Yvaine scoffed. “Unless you tell me you’re pregnant with Ashton’s baby, I’m not sure anything can shock me at this point, Mira p>
“Don’t be too sure.” I jumped off the bed. “I’ll meet you. It’s a long story, and you’ll want to be sitting down for this p>
“I’m already sitting down, and I’m sitting with the best slice of wedding cake in all of Skyline City p>
“Just come. You won’t regret it p>
“Fine, fine. Looks like the show’s over on my end anyway. Clive and Franklin are apologizing to the guests, probably feeding them some nonsense story about a gas leak or something. Anyway, I’m out. Where are we meeting?” I suggested a café we both loved.
Yvaine nixed the idea. “No. Let’s go to a cake shop. I’ve got a craving now.” I quickly changed clothes and headed downstairs.
Ashton looked up from his laptop. “Just got word from a contact on the force. Someone posted bail for Jace p>
“Catherine? That’s fast. I thought she was still in the hospital.” I filled him in on Yvaine’s latest scoop.
“No, not Catherine. It was Rhys Granger p>
Ashton smiled. “You were right. The Grangers are going to get the surprise of their lives once they hear what Jace has to say p>
“I wish I could be a fly on the wall for that conversation p>
“Heading out?” Ashton glanced at my handbag.
“I’m meeting Yvaine for afternoon tea. I need to catch her up p>
“Oh, I thought we could have tea together. I asked Carmen to prepare something p>
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“Oh.” I glanced toward the kitchen, my steps slowing.
“It’s fine. You need a friendly ear after everything you’ve just been through. I get it p>
“We could do dinner,” I offered. Then I stepped over to him, leaned down, and kissed him. “Just so you know, you were the first friendly ear I unloaded to, in case you’ve forgotten p>
This time, his smile was genuine.
It took two slices of red velvet, one of chocolate fudge, and three cups of the strongest black coffee for Yvaine to fully process my story.
The telling took almost an hour, punctuated by “oohs,” “no way”s, and plenty of “WTF”s from Yvaine, some loud enough to draw looks from the other patrons in the cake shop.
“So, yeah, that’s the story of Catherine Who’s-not-really-a-Vance.” I leaned back in my chair, my mouth dry from talking for so long.
Yvaine was digging into a slice of strawberry shortcake when she caught my disapproving look. “I’ve got a sweet tooth and no self-control, sue me p>