So he was just a designated driver!
The driver glanced between Effie Bagnold and Maurice, eyes full of barely concealed curiosity. He looked like someone who’d stumbled onto some juicy gossip and was eager for the details.
Damn it, the guy must have completely misunderstood her relationship with Maurice.
But honestly, Effie didn’t care enough to set the record straight. Why bother explaining herself to a stranger she’d never see again? Whatever he imagined made no difference to her.
She turned to the driver. “Change of plans—just take us straight home. No need to drive around in circles.”
“Sure thing,” he replied, and off they went.
Before long, the car pulled up in front of Effie’s apartment building. She turned to the two drunks in the back seat. “Alright, we’re here. Out you go.”
Maurice and Nita, still clinging to each other, were about to climb out when Nita suddenly froze. She pointed toward a figure nearby. “Effie, isn’t that your husband?”
Effie followed her gaze, puzzled—and, to her surprise, spotted Lyman Etheridge standing there.
She hesitated, about to wave hello, when she saw Luther, Lyman’s assistant, get out of a car and lift a woman into his arms.
Even from a distance, Effie recognized her instantly. It was Isabel Foster.
Why? Why was Isabel here?
“Aren’t you going to say hi?” Nita nudged her.
Turning back, Nita caught the complicated look in Effie’s eyes as she stared at Lyman.
With a mischievous grin, Nita waved in Lyman’s direction and called out, “Mr. Etheridge! I brought your wife back safe and sound!”
Both Lyman and Isabel turned to look their way.
Effie quickly ushered Nita and Maurice back into the car. “Let’s go somewhere else,” she told the driver.
The driver, clearly reluctant to miss the unfolding drama, tore his gaze away and nodded. “Alright.”
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