Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 207

“Silvia’s staying at Yvette’s tonight.”

Kent had no idea why Silvia had suddenly decided to spend the night at a friend’s place. The thought gnawed at him—had he overlooked something, made her uncomfortable without realizing it?

“What?!”

Finn, who’d been planning to call it an early night, shot upright at Kent’s words. He drew in a deep breath, his voice suddenly heavy. “Did you do something to upset Silvia?”

“No.” Kent rubbed his brow, exasperated.

He remembered his friends always used to say that understanding a woman’s heart was like searching the depths of the ocean—a mystery you’d never solve. He used to scoff at that, but now, it seemed they might’ve been right. No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t figure out what he’d done wrong.

“Then you’re in trouble.” Finn couldn’t hide the schadenfreude in his voice. “Whenever Silvia’s in a bad mood, she runs straight to Yvette.”

Kent just sighed, pressing his fingers to his forehead. After a moment’s thought, he said, “I’m thinking of going over to Yvette’s to bring her home.”

He, a grown man, showing up at a woman’s apartment in the middle of the night? Finn immediately sat up straighter and started pulling on his jacket, his tone turning serious. “If you’re going, I’m coming too.”

After all, Yvette was with him now. It wouldn’t be right for Kent to show up alone at her place. Besides, it was as good an excuse as any to check in on Yvette himself.

“Fine by me,” Kent agreed without hesitation. In fact, that’s exactly what he’d hoped for when he called Finn.

“What’s going on?” she asked, rubbing at her temples, her voice groggy. She’d just been drinking with Silvia, and her head was pounding. Silvia had been away in New York for a few years, and it seemed her tolerance had only improved—Yvette could barely keep up with her.

Finn stepped forward and gently pulled Yvette into his arms, brushing his hand over her cheek and scowling. “You’ve been drinking again.”

“Silvia was feeling down. I kept her company,” Yvette mumbled.

At the mention of Silvia’s mood, Finn’s gaze swung to Kent, sharp and accusing. “So what did you do this time?”

“It wasn’t him,” Yvette cut in, waving her hand dismissively. She let out a weary sigh. “It was that jerk, Shipley.”