"It's fine. I guess it gives me a tiny sense of accomplishment and superiority."
"Laura Lowell."
Zachary Redgrave glared, his teeth gritted in frustration.
"What's wrong?"
"Give you an inch and you take a mile, huh?"
Laura Lowell grinned and raised an eyebrow. "I'm just stating the facts."
"It's just a little PDA. Fine, I'll go find a girlfriend tomorrow and rub it in your faces every single day."
Hannah Hale picked up the glass of water to her right and took a small sip, looking at Laura Lowell with some concern. "Laura, that text message Peach sent you yesterday… did you get to the bottom of it?"
"Raina Lynn orchestrated everything, including instigating Vivian Yardley and tipping off the reporters."
Laura Lowell tilted her head, her tone breezy and nonchalant.
"That woman again! Is she a damn leech or something? So hard to shake off."
