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“It’s not a private jet or anything,” I say, plopping down in a chair across from him with a sigh. My freaking feet were killing me in these shoes. I kick them off before curling my feet under my butt. “It’s a little more sensitive.”
“Just ask.” He waves his glass in the air.
“Ash invited us to dinner at the mansion with her and Carson tomorrow. We’re going.”
His face drops. “I don’t think so.”
“We’re going,” I repeat. “Or I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.”
“That’s not part of the deal.”
“You want to know what being married’s like so bad? Well, now you get to feel the silent treatment.”
He sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “I absolutely hate clichés.” I say nothing, only stare at him. “You’re really going to try not talking to me.” I look at my nails as if he’s not in the room. “That’s obnoxious. I actually hate it.” I hum to myself, turning my head to glance at the window. He sighs. “Fine, we’ll go to dinner. I was going to give in eventually anyway. Might as well do it now.”
“Perfect,” I say, sitting up straight. “Now, I have another request.”
“If it involves my family, please just put a gun to my head and pull the trigger instead.”
“Don’t be dramatic, darling.” I wave a hand at him. “No, all I want is for you to tell me something.”
“What do you want to know?” He sounds hesitant now.
I lean forward, letting him get a good view of my breasts. He doesn’t take the bait. Bastard. “Jamila.”
“Your friend. Cute, good personality, solid 8/10.”
“Uh, I wasn’t asking for rating.” I pause, narrowing my eyes. “What am I?”
“You’re a cool ten.” He sips his drink. “Though you’re an eleven in my heart.”
I groan. “You’re pathetic.”
“You love it.”
“No, I don’t want you to rate my best friend. I want you to tell me why she hates you so much.”
He stiffens. It’s subtle, but it’s there. He takes another sip of his drink, clearly stalling for time, and that clinches it for me.
Nolan knows something about Jamila that I don’t.
“Why are you asking me?” He cocks his head. “I barely know the girl.”
“Ash said something. Like she’s aware of why Jamila would have reason to hate you. And if Ash knows…” I trail off, gesturing at him.
He sighs, rubbing his face. “Fucking Ash.”
“Tell me, Nolan.”
“You won’t like it.”
“That doesn’t matter. What did you do?”
He grunts at that. “Why do you assume I did something wrong?”
“Because it’s a good bet.”
“In this case, you’re right, which is very annoying.” He stands, pacing across the room. “I did nothing to her. Not in particular, at least. It was ten years ago, when I was young and coming up in the world.”
