Re: Shelly, Rhiannon, Noah, and Open to Anyone - Group table
Personal.
It wasn't personal. Shelly had to laugh at that. Of course it wasn't, and on some level, she could understand that. She was at that house under false pretenses, too, though she had never intended for anyone other than Graham to be a target. And it wasn't like she'd given the money back after the fact. But still. The blonde didn't take lightly to almost being murdered or, for that matter, being resigned to an also-ran in a sleepy newspaper blurb that was followed by an opportunistic ad for a particular brand of fire alarms, for God's sake.
"You tried to drug me," she countered, staring Noah in the eye, indignant now instead of scared. And then she watched the way he and Rhiannon interacted. That, paired with the knowledge she had gleaned from the very informative text messages about working for some shady boss, set her intuition on edge and she sat back in her chair, a smile growing over red lips. "I was running a con," she told the brunette, her chin lifting slightly. Shelly reached up and shifted the hair from her ponytail over one shoulder and pushed the plate of hash browns aside. "My first one, actually, so the plan was a little rough around the edges. I heard the detective caught up with you." Her eyes shifted to the dark haired arsonist. "By the way, did you ever buy that throw pillow?"