He ran a finger along the rim of his glass. "His parties are too loud."
"Are they too loud, or is she just not there?" Marge said with a knowing smile.
Judd’s gaze flickered up, but he didn't say anything.
"Gentry told me that after the explosion, when Charlotte was in a coma, you never left her side until her family arrived. And the night she went missing, you searched all over Riverspire City for her, only to be beaten to it by her ex-husband." Marge looked at him. "You never told her any of that?"
"There's no need." Judd poured himself another drink. "I didn't do it to make her feel guilty or obligated to me. She has made her choice. Why should I burden her with my problems?"
Marge rested her chin on her hand. "Some things just aren't meant to be. I don't have a magic potion to make you forget, but I hope one day you find your own Fortuna."
"You can keep it for yourself."
Judd put down his glass, picked up his coat, and left.
Outside, a light rain mixed with snowflakes was falling.
He took out his phone, about to dial a number, when a pink BMW drove past on the opposite side of the street.
Lilith was on her way back from Charlotte's place, blasting music and singing along. She happened to glance out the window and saw a tall, handsome man.
She immediately pulled over and rolled down her window, ready to use one of her signature pick-up lines. But when she got a better look, her smile froze.
"Sorry, my mistake," she muttered, quickly rolling the window back up.
Suddenly, Judd was standing next to her car, tapping on the glass.
She clenched her teeth, lowered the window, and feigned surprise. "Mr. Carstairs! What are you doing out here so late?"
"Why do you look so guilty, Miss Sutherland?"
Lilith forced a smile. "I just thought I recognized you, that's all. What's up? Do you need a ride?"
"You've been staying at my place for free for days. A ride seems fair." Judd opened the back door and got in without waiting for an answer.
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