Eugene didn't move until her car disappeared around the corner. Then, with a sigh, he walked to his own car, shaking his head at himself. "Experimenting," he muttered under his breath. "Right." But even as he said it, he couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
A few feet away, parked in the shadows, another pair of eyes had been watching. Winn sat in the back seat of the Maybach, every muscle in his jaw locked tight. Apparently, that was the younger guy Ivy had been referring to.
"Reese? Find out who that is."
"Yes, sir." Reese lifted his phone, angled it, and snapped a discreet photograph of the car's license plate. The soft click of the camera was the only sound in the car before he started the engine and drove away from the curb.
Winn didn't say another word. His eyes stayed on the road ahead, but his mind was a storm of fury and jealousy.
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