Call It Business ( Book 3 of 'Call It' Series )

Chapter 86 | Mystery Gone Wrong

"Are you sure your mom wasn't lying?" Macy inquired as soon as she pulled the villain into the corner of the bedroom by grabbing his arm, who welcomed the gesture quite annoyingly actually since he just leaned against the wall and sent her one of those smirks that implied she was diving into a nonsense theory.

"Why would she lie about inviting Odette here?" Gerard inquired back with a confused scowl.

"I don't know," Macy exclaimed, widening her eyes in faux naivety and waving her fist. "It is not like one of us had an affair with her years ago and that we'd mind her organizing our wedding party."

That was where she got him.

Gods, he looked stupid.

His lips parted slightly with the recognition dawning on his face and he tipped his head back against the wall. The vague hesitation mixed with something odd gleaming in his ivory features, yet his pensive jade gaze refused to escape from her lethal glare.

"It was years ago," he clarified with a low emphasis, his dark brows rising. "I don't even think she remembers," he made a face, "Hell, I don't even remember—"

"You are not that humble. Stop trying, sir," Macy deadpanned, rolling her eyes and spinning on her high heels to leave the scene.

Still, Gerard Blanchard was evil, and it was impossible to make a dramatic exit as long as he was concerned. In this particular case, he expertly grabbed her elbow and turned her around to face him, making her almost slam into his chest with the momentum of the move.

Exhaling a deep sigh, she balanced herself by placing her palm on his firm chest and lifted her glare back to his stupid face. She expected to catch a glimpse of arrogance on his features, which he usually used to lighten up and mock the situation, but all that greeted her was the vague concern in the intensity of his green gaze that indicated he had no time for any games.

"Macy," he said slowly, lowering his head to hers. "Listen. She is clearly here for something, and I don't know what it is, but there must be something in this hotel that someone wants to cover up," he explained slowly, and the magic words of a theory could have gotten her undivided attention if it hadn't been for the leap her heart made as his gaze fell over the shape of her mouth. Swallowing thickly as if wanting to return to the subject, he added, "At least that was my first thought. Any other brilliant guesses?"

She could have come up with a few if he'd known what personal space was. So, the short circuit in her brain was completely his fault.

"You'd love my first guess," she mumbled, tilting her head and forcing herself to keep facing the dark study of his eyes. "I'd hate that."

"Make an exception for me, Miss Wallace," he commanded in a low voice, the slight humor reentering in his note and gaze.

"Win that exception first," she replied, raising her chin in mock defiance and pushing him off with her palm pressing down on his chest. "Then, I might, sir."

Freeing her wrist from the loosened grip of his, she whirled around to see... everyone was watching them. Yep. Apparently, Cameron had joined Eloise and Jason and brought his cocktail with him. Where he was finding those cocktails was still quite a mystery to humankind.

"Okay," she breathed out, trying to overlook all the amused glances and flipping the coin. "Back to my original plan. We need to recreate a party."

"I think they are trying to do that downstairs," Eloise pointed out, pointing to the floor with her index finger.

"Well, we will recreate another one," Macy said, scrambling on her spot to reach out for her phone. Ignoring the puzzled glances around her and the annoying presence of a particular villain behind her, she unlocked her screen and tapped into her messages. "I'll send all of you the pictures of Samantha's diary, and after dinner, you guys will all choose a character to play."