Mr. Holloway smiled at me. “You must be pleased.”
Ryan grinned.
“Moving ashore gives my family everything they need. Tell him, babe.”
He wanted me to help sell the story, and he trusted my fear of losing his paycheck to keep me smiling.
But I wasn’t going to do that.
“You must be pleased.”
“Have you told Mr. Holloway about the guests?”
Ryan stared at me.
“The women you described on our porch.”
“Claire, come on.”
“This is neither the time nor the place,” Gerald said.
“Have you told Mr. Holloway about the guests?”
I put my phone beside my plate.
Ryan reached toward it.
“You’re really doing this?”
I moved it closer to me and pressed play on the doorbell camera recording of our conversation.
“They were guests, for pity’s sake! I slept with them, and that was all.”
Mr. Holloway looked at Ryan.
“You’re really doing this?”
