Harper practically threw herself out of her car, her expression a storm of determination and barely concealed frustration. She clutched her phone tightly, her brow furrowed as she checked Ivy’s location one st time, muttering under her breath.

  She wasn’t prepared to lose Ivy again—not without getting answers. Her heart pounded as she reached the lobby, practically throwing herself into the elevator and stabbing the button for the floor where Kim’s office was located. The thought of Ivy with Kim, heading off to God-knows-where, only fanned the fire in her chest.

  But when she arrived at the office, the reception area was empty. The realization hit her like a punch: she was too te. Her jaw tightened as she turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling windows, her pulse quickening when she spotted Kim’s SUV disappearing onto the main road below.

  Harper whipped out her phone and dialed Ivy. The line rang... and rang... before going to voicemail.

  Harper hurried back down to the basement carpark, yanking open the driver’s door and getting in, her eyes darkened with rage.

  Maze, still in Harper’s car, leaned out the window, her arms draped zily over the doorframe as she smirked. “Looks like you missed your big moment. Wanna clue me in on why we’re stalking your other fake girlfriend?”

  “She’s not—” Harper growled, cutting herself off as she keyed in some coordinates into her GPS navigation system. She then gred at Maze as she turned on the car and set it into gear. “Shut up and close the window. We’re following them.”

  Maze ughed, “You are so whipped.”

  Harper shot her a gre that could cut gss, smming the car into reverse. “Not another word, Maze.”

  “Fine,” Maze said, her grin widening as she buckled her seatbelt. “But this is already more entertaining than I thought it’d be.”