Vincent's POV
"Don't tell him where you are," I said.
Anya looked at me. "Why?"
"Just don't. Not tonight." I nodded toward her phone. "Tell him you're sorted. Leave it at that."
She held my gaze for a moment, reading something in my face, then looked back at the phone. She typed something brief and set it face down on the hallway table.
"He'll keep calling," she said.
"Let him," I said.
She went back to her room and I went back to my study and sat with what I'd just decided to do.
David was calling Anya the same evening he'd left a construction site with Rachel on his arm. That was information Rachel needed and I was going to make sure she had it, not because I was a good person, I wasn't going to pretend otherwise but because Rachel deserved to know who she was attaching herself t
