A Good Man’s Woman

Sparrow leaned onto the counter and ran her mascara brush through her eyelashes. She had woken up exhausted, her stomach aching from all the fancy finger sandwiches she had eaten at the fundraiser. She could also say it was because of the dozens of sandwiches she had emptied into her purse as Vincent scrambled her out the door last night.

She had eaten those purse sandwiches in bed last night while watching reality television until she fell asleep. The crumbs on her sheets this morning and her aching belly were the only sign those sandwiches had even been there.

Groaning, she took another sip of her water as she let out a long breath. She barely turned to look when she heard the door she had left slightly ajar open. “I’m in here,” She called. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Running her fingers through her hair, she walked out of the bathroom and dropped to her hands and knees beside the bed, searched for her daytime purse which would be crumb free. Seeing the brown leather strap, she reached for it and began to tug it out from underneath. “What was going on with you last night? I thought we were going to stick around for you to give your speech, then suddenly you were pushing me towards the door.”

Standing up, she froze. Her eyes widened as she looked at the open door, her purse sitting on the floor as she held onto her strap. “Harrison.”

Her heart leapt into her chest as she stared at the familiar stranger.

Standing there dressed in a plain white t-shirt, jeans and sneakers he walked into her room and looked around. He seemed to look everywhere but directly at her. “So you’re the mistress.” He picked up one of her notebooks and flipped through the pages before looking at her. “Or the woman my mother thinks is my father’s mistress.”

Sparrow couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Of course. Meredith heard your father was actually enjoying himself, god forbid, and sent you to investigate.” The feelings of betrayal and anger resurfaced and she finally caught her breath. Shoving her purse onto her shoulder, she pushed past him to grab her wallet from the table.

“What are you doing here, Sparrow?” He asked her. “After almost ten years you just show up back here, going to functions with my father like no time has passed?”

Pursing her lips, she found herself mentally hoping Vincent would show up right then so she could leave without having to answer all the questions Harrison was going to ask her. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” She told him.

Her door swung open again and she sighed, happy for the distraction. It wasn’t who she was expecting, she realized as her eyes met with the icy blue eyes of a huffing blonde standing in her hotel room doorway. “I knew it!” She pointed at Sparrow before taking a hostile step forward.

Groaning audible, Sparrow held her hand up to the thin, beautiful woman. “Wait! If you are thinking about coming over here and hitting me, I suggest you take another look at me and ask yourself if I look like the kind of person who is going to let you hit me and do nothing about it.”

The woman stood there, her chest heaving before looking at Harrison. She pointed her accusing, perfectly polished fingers at him. “I knew it! I just knew you had someone else on the side.”

Sparrow laughed. “No.”

Harrison looked at Sparrow before he looked at the woman standing in the doorway. “Did you follow me here, Rachel?”

Brow raised, Sparrow looked at Harrison. “That is what you are asking the person I am assuming is your girlfriend? You’re asking her if she followed you here while she is accusing you of having an affair?” She shook her head in disbelief.

Relief flooded through her as she looked past Rachel and saw a puzzled Vincent. “What in the world is going on here?” He looked at Harrison and then over at Sparrow. “What are you doing here, Harrison?”

“It’s strange you didn’t mention Sparrow being with you last night at the benefit last night.” Harrison said.

Nodding as she finally understood, she walked past Harrison and Rachel. “Ah. That was why you were practically dragging me out of the fundraiser. Alright,” Clapping her hands together, she pressed a kiss to Vincent’s cheek. “Should we get going? I don’t really want to be in… whatever this is.” Forcing a smile, she looked back at them. “There isn’t really anything valuable in this room, feel free to have at it.”

Vincent nodded at Harrison. “Feel free to call me later.” He looked at Rachel. “Rachel.”

Sparrow grabbed onto his hand and pulled him down the hallway after her, praying Harrison and Rachel wouldn’t follow.

 

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