“What boyfriend?” Kyle asked, his brow furrowing. “She didn’t tell me she was seeing anyone. Who is he?”
“Oh, I…” I feigned confusion, looking between them. “I assumed you knew. She’s been out almost every night. I haven’t met him, but she seems very… involved.”
“Is that so?” Kyle’s jaw tightened. He looked around the room, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on Denise. She was by the dessert table, laughing with a group of young socialites. “Excuse me.”
Kyle marched off toward his sister.
“Maureen,” Brandon hissed the moment Kyle was out of earshot. His grip on my elbow was painful. “What the hell was that?”
I pulled my arm away, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes. “What? I thought he knew. You said they were close.”
“You know damn well he didn’t know!” Brandon’s face was flushed, a vein throbbing in his temple. “Why would you say that? Now he’s going to interrogate her. If she slips up…”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking down. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just… I slipped.”