He gave another shrug. "Got me."
As I glared up at him, I considered the ramifications of what I'd just learned. Originally, my sister had been planning to fly back here in just a couple of days, after getting our mom settled. But the way it sounded now, Flynn had surprised her in Wyoming and then had whisked her away to some private island.
But for how long?
Earlier at Flynn's place, Jack had implied that Flynn would be out of town for a month.Did that apply to my sister, too?
Regardless, this explained so much – why Jack had refused to say where Flynn was, why my sister hadn't known that Flynnwasn'there in town,andwhy she hadn't been answering her cell phone during the last few hours.
Obviously, she was on his private jet. And if I knew my sister, she would've turned off her cell phone just to be safe.
As these realizations hit home, I had to ask myself that same horrible question that I'd been asking all day.
Now what?
All along, I'd been counting on Anna returning soon, giving me the chance to crash with her for a few days, just until I figured out what to do.
Now, I was completely on my own, except for Jack Ward, of course, who was looking more irritated than ever.
At me?
It sure looked that way.
Chapter 12
Jack
I should've known.
From what I'd just heard, Imogen had stirred up more trouble than I'd realized. I recalled her standing in Flynn's entryway, pretending to be surprised that Becka was Anna's little sister.
Now, come to find out, she'd already known, courtesy of Becka herself.
I should've caught that.But I hadn't. And now I was dealing with the fallout.
And Flynn – what the hell?
For years, he'd been a miserable bastard – pissed off at the world and not bothering to hide it. Now his head was so far up his love-addled ass that he'd left his fiancee's little sister flailing in the wind.
And shewasflailing. Make no mistake about that.
In the quiet condo, she glared up at me likeIwas the one who'd screwed her over.
Maybe I had.
I'd been a dick from the get-go, but that hadn't been my intention. The truth was, I wasn't big on trusting people, and I'd been determined to play it smart. This included not giving anyone the ammo to mess up Flynn's plans.
What a cluster.
But there was still time to fix it.
I looked to Anna and said, "How much of this stuff is yours?"
She glanced around the condo. "Not a lot."
"Good."
"Why is that good?"
