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“Not me. You.”
Asher’s expression freezes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone about Isabel.”
I lean back in my chair, then look out the window. The sky is still a foreboding shade of gray, dark and menacing against the outline of the skyscrapers that make up New York’s distinctive skyline. Asher is silent, but I can feel his eyes on me.
“What do you know about Hannah Garner?” I ask.
Silence.
When I glance at him, Asher’s eyebrows are furrowed together. “Hannah Garner? Crew’s ex-fuck buddy?”
If Hannah hadn’t said anything about Crew, this would have been a hell of a way to find out. “Yes.”
Asher is obviously waiting for more of a response from me. When it never comes, he shrugs. “Not much. She’s hot. Blonde. Her father owns Garner Sports Agency. They’re bigtime. She’s worked there for a while, doing what I’m not exactly sure…”
“All you know about her is she works for her father?”
Asher shrugs as he picks up a pen and spins it around his finger. “Basically. I only met her a couple of times and both times were at a bar. We weren’t exactly discussing her political positions and credit score.”
I exhale and stand. Talk about a waste of time.
“Wait.” Asher flies to his feet and hurries around his desk. “Why are you asking about her?”
I smooth the front of my suit jacket. “Because I married her.” It’s the first time I’ve said the words out loud. They linger in the air with an uncomfortable presence.
“You—married—what?” Asher shakes his head back and forth wildly.
“I hired a private investigator who’s running a background check on her.” It was the one action I took from Vegas, even if making the call made me feel like my father. “I thought you might be useful in the interim, but obviously, I was wrong.”
“YoumarriedHannah Garner?” Asher still looks comically stunned.
“That’s what I just said, yes.”
“I—you—how—does Crew know?”
“No.”
“Christ, Oliver.” Asher runs a hand through his hair, the motion jerky and uneven. “When are you going to tell him? I’d like to be out of town.”
“Hopefully, never.”
“Never?”
“Again, that’s what I just said.”
“You can’t expect me to keep this asecret!”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re asking me to lie to him!”
“If you have a problem lying to Crew, you must have told him you’re sleeping with Isabel?”
The remaining color drains from Asher’s face.
“Look, I don’t care what you do with your dick, Asher. But we both know Crew will. You’re putting him in a hell of a position.”
