“That lasted one day, until I could figure you out,” Cicely teased, and I burst out in
laughter.
“I thought it was my job to research and figure you out. How did I end up at the wrong
party?”
“Because you run around and do God knows what with these girls. I have to hear about it
from your mom and see it in these tabloids,” Cicely mentioned.
“You can’t believe everything in the paper, Cicely.”
“Oh, I know. But your latest situation is close to home.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know the Pierce family very well and if you hurt my baby—” I raised my hand, cutting
her off.
“Woman, tell me who you’re talking about before you threaten me. So dramatic at times,
Cicely,” I said aloud even though I meant to think it in my head. Now, she had a harsh glare
across her face.
“Sorry, Ci
