Everyone at the party tonight had been invited by Randell to liven up the place—a crowd full of familiar faces, all running in the same circles.
But when he saw who just walked in—Lyman—Bob's knees nearly buckled.
Randell and Vinson Elliott strode over, Randell fixing Bob with an icy stare. “Well, well, Bob. You've got some nerve, causing trouble in my house.”
Trying to hit on someone? You should at least know your limits. And to hit on Lyman's wife? That's just asking for it.
Bob's voice shook as he stammered, “I didn't mean to. Really.” He looked like he was about to cry. All he wanted was to flirt, but he'd picked exactly the wrong target.
“Get out of here,” Randell snapped.
Turning to the others, he added, “This place is getting dull. Who's up for cards?”
Effie's eyes lit up instantly. “Really?”
Randell barely suppressed a sigh. How did he forget that Effie and Lyman were both terrifying at card games?
“Actually, I've got another fun idea for you guys,” Randell said quickly. No way was he getting roped into a game with those two card-counting weirdos.
Effie perked up. “What kind of idea?”
“It'll be perfect for you,” Randell promised.
“Let's go,” Lyman said to Effie.
“Alright.”
They left together, and to anyone watching, it just looked like Effie and Lyman's groups were close friends—no one would suspect anything more than that between Effie and Lyman.
In fact, the gossip mill had it that there was something between Effie and Randell instead.
“I didn't believe it when Nelly said Effie was seeing Mr. Hoffman, but now I'm starting to,” someone whispered.
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