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I walk up to him and pat his shoulder. “You asked for this when you asked my best friend to marry you. We’re a package deal, O. If you didn’t understand that before, I don’t know what to tell you.”
He shakes his head. “What are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to Bentley.” I drop my arm and try to peek inside the office, but I can’t see the man in question.
Owen raises a brow. “About?”
“Things. If he didn’t tell you, then I’m not going to, either,” I say quietly, even though I know he’ll know everything with one call to Ella.
Owen had to accept Piper and me as a package deal with Ella, and we had to accept that our best friend’s soon-to-be husband would know our secrets as well. At least the ones he might outright ask about.
Bentley appears in the doorway, and his lips twitch but don’t quite raise. His ability to always appear like an asshole is almost endearing now that I know him better.
“Kenzie,” he says evenly.
I give him my full attention as my stomach churns again. “Do you have a few minutes?”
He looks at Owen. “You have everything you need, right?”
Owen nods. “I’ll take care of it.”
Bentley shakes his hand. “Thank you.” Then, he gestures for me to enter.
I wave at Brad, who has quietly witnessed all of our conversations without saying much. I then wonder how much all the assistants around the office hear and what they do with said information. I picture them like maids, meeting in the breakroom and swapping gossip.
The thought makes me snort, and that earns me a glower from Bentley. “Something funny?”
I frown as he shuts the door behind him. “Actually, no. I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about this, so I’ll just show it to you.”
Bentley’s chest expands, and his shoulders go rigid while I pull up the article on my phone. When I hand it to him, he lets out a sigh of relief.
“Jesus, I thought you were going to show me a pregnancy test.” His hand squeezes the back of his neck.
I laugh. “No, but good to know you’d panic about that.”
I’m not even sure he hears what I’ve said, because his grip tightens around my phone while he reads the article on the screen.
“How did you find this?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I take a step closer. “I was on the phone with my friends. Piper found it. Not sure what she was looking for in the first place, but…”
He takes a shuddering breath, and I reach for his arm. “Is this going to cause problems for you?”
Bentley looks down at me. His jaw is still tense, but his eyes are softening. “Not directly. I have nothing to hide, but my parents might have issue. That’s not of my concern, though. Not anymore.”
He hands me the phone back and storms back to his desk.
I follow and take a seat in the chair across from him, giving him some space. “Want to talk about it?”
His icy eyes land on me. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
I chuckle. “You’re such a man. An online magazine, no matter how sleezy or irreputable, is talking about digging into your family, and I can see the murder on your face. There is absolutely something to talk about.”
He leans his head back against the chair and stares at the ceiling. “Is this what I signed up for, asking to date you? Inquisitiveness and caring?”
Bentley might not be smiling, but his tone is softer, and I don’t take offense to his questions.
Instead, I get up and walk around his desk, then move his arms out of my way and sit on his lap. “Yep. Do you have a problem with that?”
He looks at me and finally grins. “Surprisingly, no.”
“Good. Now, tell me about your family in case I get cornered in the street somewhere by crazy reporters.”
His glower returns, and I make a mental note to keep my sarcasm to a minimum for this particular topic.
