Girlfriend…what on earth had that horrible woman said to Keeley that made her think she was his girlfriend? He was furious.
She was closed off enough from him already; the last thing he needed was further interference. Especially from the woman who ruined his first life.
Lacy Knighton. To everyone else she appeared to be a perfect socialite and the epitome of grace. Only Aaron knew how much of a demon she truly was behind that pretty façade.
He needed to keep a better eye on her this time. Lacy was so set on becoming the next Mrs. Hale that she did everything in her power to sabotage Keeley.
When they were in school, it was small things like pus.h.i.+ng her into the punch bowl at the Valentines dance, starting unsavory rumors, and tripping her so she nearly fell down the stairs. Lacy was crafty so she got away with it every time but Aaron had his suspicions.
Since she followed him to Harvard, he wanted to keep Keeley as far away from her as possible. It was better that Lacy didn't know she was in the same city.
What didn't make sense to him now was that Lacy was getting involved based on so little information. The first time around she only started causing trouble after Keeley became his rather persistent shadow at their lunch table.
She had to have seen the kiss. He cursed himself for losing control. If he was going to kiss her, he should have done it without any witnesses.
Hadn't he done everything in his power to keep Keeley hidden for the first few years of their relations.h.i.+p to protect her? How could he be so reckless now? Desperation could make people do crazy things.
Lacy was desperate for power, prestige, and the one man who ever turned her down. It turned her into a murderer. Aaron had to be more vigilant this time.
He wanted to clear the air immediately and explain that he had nothing to do with that crazy woman but Keeley was long gone.
Trying to pry that bloodsucker off of him had taken too much time. He cursed under his breath. Everything just had to be difficult.
