Chapter 11: I Don’t Know Where Your Tongue’s Been
VANESSA BELMONT
Carver tilted his head in a "look over there" gesture.
I turned, and saw Nathan and Fiona standing at a different jewelry display. Fiona had her arm wrapped around Nathan’s, and she beamed at him while he studied the ruby and diamond necklace.
"Looks like your husband-to-be doesn’t mind buying jewelry for other women," said Carver.
I had to admit, it hurt me to see Nathan and Fiona together. I knew the future, and the future sucked. I’d been given a precious second chance to change it. If I couldn’t get out of this contract marriage, I had to find a way to survive my wedding day.
Either way, I would crush Fiona into dust.
"Hello, bestie!" Oliver slung his arm around my neck. "Well, well," he drawled. "If it isn’t Carver Haynes. Here to steal your white moonlight?"
"You think she’s willing?"
"Who cares! What’s a little kidnapping between lovers?" Ollie let go of my neck and elbowed me in the ribs. "Felonies can be a love language."
"Who’s your white moonlight?" I asked Carver.
Carver chuckled. "See you in the auction room." He nodded good-bye and sauntered off.