“He’s reupholstering the limo, Moffy,” Jane says, more hushed but audible. “He just replaced the interior last year. I’m telling you my dad knows that Thatcher and I had sex in the backseat.” Cobalt drama is like a Cool Ranch Dorito. It makes me happy inside, and I’ll gladly take anything right now. Especially Thatcher, my lead, fucking his fiancée in his future father-in-law’s limo. Look, I’d pay good money to see Connor Cobalt’s reaction.
