It was Bianca.
I never responded to her last text. She's probably about to blow up.
Isla let it ring a beat before answering. "Hello."
"Give me Grayson's contact information. All of it," Bianca demanded, all business.
Isla's brow furrowed. "You're overestimating me. Why would I have his number?"
Bianca's tone soured instantly. "How do you NOT have his contact info? You're literally his wife. Can't you just ask your own husband? How is this hard for you?"
Isla's expression went cold and flat. She sat up straight, voice flat. "If you actually like him, ask him yourself. Getting his number through a third party just makes it look like you've been secretly digging up his information."
She hadn't forgotten Grayson's warning in the car, or how quickly he'd caught onto her last scheme. Act
