In the end, she ran.
The Everhart family—
Ha, the Everhart family only has two men worth mentioning. Hawthorne is rumored to be so uptight he practically lives like a monk, and that barely-out-of-high-school Layne supposedly already has a girlfriend.
The call just now was picked up by a woman, so Gwyneth definitely isn’t tangled up with either of those Everhart men. That leaves only Leonie.
Leonie, the wild child everyone in their circle knows about—a total airhead, famously naïve, the kind of girl who’s spent so many years in her ivory tower she’ll believe anything. But how long could she possibly shield Gwyneth?
Bill Crawford phoned his assistant.
“Find out how long Leonie and Gwyneth have known each other.”
The assistant hurried off, and Bill let a sly smile play at his lips.
Gwyneth was hopelessly innocent. But honestly, he liked that—after years of indulging in life’s rich banquets, who wouldn’t crave something simple and fresh for a change? Bill was willing to bet she’d come running back to him within a week.
Meanwhile, Leonie handed Gwyneth her phone back.
“I’ve seen shameless, but that guy takes the cake. Didn’t you already break up with him? Why’s he still blowing up your phone?”
Leonie might be a little clueless sometimes, but she wasn’t stupid. Everyone in their social set had a reputation, and she knew enough about Bill Crawford to know the type he was.
“No idea,” Gwyneth said, her voice flat.
She had a vague sense there was probably more than one woman in Bill’s life, but honestly, she was over it.
“Don’t even give a jerk like that the time of day,” Leonie said firmly.
Nothing turned her off more than the men in their crowd: peacocks, posers, or heartbreakers, every last one.
No wonder so many of them were still single.
Leonie dreamed of a partner like her father—someone who’d adored her mother and stayed faithful all their married life, spoiling her rotten and never letting anyone else catch his eye.
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