Simeon took a sip of her drink. She was stunned to hear that Ansley went to visit Davis. It made sense why he called her.
When Ansley had refused to help Davis, he decided to contact her—only he threatened to expose her trip to Chicago. The one her friend knew nothing about. Simeon recalled their conversation.
“How do you think Ansley will feel about you if she knew that you went behind her back to seduce me?”
Simeon did not respond.
“If you don’t get me a good attorney, I may have to tell Ansley about our little secret.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” she bluffed.
“Don’t you think it will matter to her?” Davis inquired. “You two cleared the air and laid everything out there right, except this–you kept this from her and take it from me, she doesn’t care for liars.
“I could just tell Ansley myself.”
“You could,” he agreed, “but you won’t because you would have done that by now if you had planned on being honest with her. You have twelve hours to set this up.”
Simeon shook away the troubling thoughts. She did what she had to do to preserve her friendship with Ansley. She gave Ansley so much grief for choosing him over her, which she makes no apologies for, but now that they had moved past that she wanted to keep things progressing in their friendship.
Although she secured a lawyer for him, Simeon hoped to see him buried under the jail. She intended to be there when Davis was dragged out of the courtroom.
Simeon intended to celebrate his last day of freedom with glee. Smiling at Ansley, she raised her glass in tribute.