Kayla caught the flicker of panic in Quana's expression. She sidled closer and murmured, "You okay? Missing something?"
Quana pasted on a retail smile for the cashier while whispering, "My ID's gone. Help me find it—and don't let Sandra notice."
Kayla's brow furrowed. "But you told her you didn't bring it?"
"I lied," Quana hissed. "I brought it after all."
For weeks, Quana had meant to replace that card. Sandra might have fallen from grace, but that account still held at least a million—chump change for a former Champion heiress.
With the Connor family's business in shambles, every penny counted. The money wasn't hers, but who'd refuse free cash?
"Got it." Kayla turned—then froze when a startled gasp came from her feet.
"Whoa there, Ms. Kayla!" Sandra crouched down, dark eyes wide w
