I took two days to process.
I didn't return Kade's calls. I didn't answer Killian's texts. I worked, I went home, I sat on my couch and I thought.
Eloise Carter had known my name for months. She had sat across from me at that dinner with her warm eyes and her measured smile and she had said nothing. She had watched Killian introduce me as his girlfriend and said nothing. She had looked at me like she was curious and said nothing.
On the third day, I called Kade.
"I want to speak to your mother," I said.
A pause. "I can arrange that."
"I don't want it arranged. I want her address."
Another pause. Then he gave it to me.
Eloise lived in a townhouse on the Upper East Side that was tasteful and old money in the way only genuine old money could manage. I rang the bell and she answered he
