I ignored the jab. “We’ll do it. The banquet.
The photo ops. Whatever. But make no mistake, Vaughn.
I’m doing this for my sons. Not you.”
“Of course you are,” he said. His eyes met mine, smug and unreadable.
He stood and grabbed a chocolate chip muffin from the display case, peeling a five-dollar bill from his wallet like he was doing us a favor. “See you tonight, family,” he said, smirking as he walked out. “Wear something nice.”
“He’s loving this,” Rowan said, exhaling slowly.
“He thinks he’s already won.” Jude frowned, looking at me. “Let him think it,” I said. “He’s got another thing coming.”
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