Timothy's expression darkened as he shot Vince a look, then spoke into his phone. "Understood. I'll be right there."

He could guess easily enough this was probably Vince's doing, bringing Jessica in to file a report.

A chill flickered across Timothy's usually warm and handsome features, but he didn't bother to argue with Vince.

Standing up, he said, "I've got something to take care of. I'll be off."

Yates blinked in confusion. "We haven't even started dinner."

Timothy didn't look back. He walked straight out, letting the private dining room door click shut behind him.

Yates turned to Vince, giving him an exaggerated thumbs-up. "You're something else. Seriously, I don't get it-why does Timothy put up with you?"

Vince raised an eyebrow. "You mean today?"

"Not just today. I mean, even before this. Today's just weirder than usual."

Vince, for his part, didn't think Timothy's patience today was all that odd. What did puzzle him was Timothy's leniency in the past. Aside from that whole battery share fiasco, he'd pushed Timothy's buttons plenty of times.

never really held it

he changed the

If you're not stealing his wife, why hide her away

"Did I ever say I liked

dead serious. “You might as well

barely interacted with Jessica-maybe three

a private room

at the Zimmerman family's birthday

The

that she was pretty, gentle, softspoken—a bit like Vince's kid sister,

struck him, and he narrowed his eyes. "Vince, you sure you don't just like her because she

ties can be a strange

stories-long-lost relatives, unaware of their connection, inexplicably

aback. "I never noticed. Never

"Maybe I'm just seeing

Timothy doesn't know that. And he knows her situation, too. If Jessica really was my

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