A reply from Wyatt Hawthorne quickly popped up in Faye Vaughn's chat window—
[Are you at the hotel, or at home?]
Faye Vaughn's eyes flickered as her fingertips typed on the screen: [I'm still at the hotel waiting for you.]
She had told Wyatt Hawthorne she would wait for him, if he bought her bullshit.
Clearly, Wyatt didn't: [The hotel manager said you already left.]
Faye Vaughn: [So you finally remembered me after you were done with Miss Windsor. I'm so honored.]
She was being passive-aggressive.
Wyatt Hawthorne: [You've thrown a fit about this many times.]
Faye Vaughn: [I can't be bothered anymore.]
She added bluntly, [The next person to contact the other is a dog.]
Wyatt Hawthorne was currently downstairs from Vivian Windsor's apartment.
He had just dropped Vivian home.
She didn't have a concussion; she just kept complaining about a headache.
Her terrible acting got on his nerves.
