âDonât think you can fool me with some cheap knockoff paint.â
âHold on a second.â Fannie took out her phone and dialed quickly.
âHey, sorry to bother you, but could you send over that can of paint right away?â
Bobby watched her, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Did this girl actually have a plan up her sleeve?
After hanging up, Fannie straightened, a more serious expression settling over her face. âPlease wait a moment. My friend will be here soon.â
Bobby raised an eyebrow.
âWho did you call?â
âJett Lee.â
Bobby froze for a moment.
âThe Lee family? As in the worldâs largest car dealer?â
âYes. It just so happens that he has a can of the exact paint.â Jett Lee was Dulceâs older brother.
Dulce had helped Fannie track down the rare paint. Only three cans had ever been sold from the original factory, and Jett owned one of them.
When Fannie had asked for it, Jett had agreed without hesitation.
Bobbyâs brows knit together as he processed this. Something about the situation felt unexpected.
As they waited, Fannie glanced at Bobby, a hint of guilt in her eyes.
âAre you thirsty? Or maybe hungry?â
Bobbyâs expression remained cool.
âMiss Cooper, weâre not that close.â
The words stung, and Fannieâs gaze dropped, a flicker of sadness crossing her face before she quickly masked it.
âSeems like youâve really forgotten.â
Outside, a noisy group passed by, and Bobby missed her words.
âWhat was that?â
âNothing.â
Fannie picked up her glass and took a long, unpracticed gulp of wine.
Bobby had spent enough time in nightclubs to spot an inexperienced drinker, and Fannie was clearly one.
Who downs wine like that? At this rate, sheâd be drunk in no time. Drinking like this was practically an invitation for trouble. He considered saying something, but before he could, the door swung open.
âSo this is where youâve been hiding, Mr. Kelly.â A woman sauntered in, and despite the chill outside, she wore a strapless dress that showcased her legs.
She moved to Bobbyâs side, perching herself on the armrest next to him with ease.
âI was wondering why you hadnât come to see me. Turns out youâre here, stealing a private moment with a beauty.â Her eyes flicked over Fannie, assessing her with a clear hint of challenge.
âIt seems you have a new type these days?â
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