Page 19 of His Reckoning

I shrug slightly. “Some of it.”

His expression doesn’t change. “You can come into the room, you know.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your media crisis.”

That almost makes him smile. “Media crisisis a strong phrase.”

“You seem annoyed.”

“That’s accurate.”

I can’t help but notice the dark gray dress shirt and how he rolled the sleeves up. An expensive gold watch sparkles on his left wrist.

I glance toward the tablet again. “So, the model tipped off a photographer?”

He braces himself against the counter. “Yes.”

“That feels … inefficient.”

He tilts his neck. “How so?”

“Now you have to stop dating her.”

“I already did.”

“That was quick.”

He considers that for a second. “It wasn’t particularly serious.”

“You rich people move fast.

“Do we?”

“In my experience.”

His eyebrows rise. “You’ve dated a lot of rich people?”

“No,” I say. “But I read about them.”

That earns a small laugh from him. Then his gaze flicks briefly toward the tablet again.

“The article about the mystery woman was less helpful.”

I blink. “The what?”

He turns the tablet slightly. A photo of Melissa and me outside the building fills the screen.

I stare at it. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“That was also my reaction.”

I cross my arms. “So, now the internet thinks I’m dating you.”

“That appears to be the current theory.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate.”

“For which of us?”