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But when we’d worked together, Davis Freaking Hardcastle had been nothing but respectful of me—bordering on fawning sometimes. Not to mention funny.
And I’d spent more than long enough pretending he wasn’t DavisFreakingHot-castle.
Oh, yikes. It never paid to think about a coworker that way. I turned away and searched for any other topic. What were we talking about? His brother. Right. Harper Tyne. All that.
“I hope it doesn’t cause problems for you and—” I gestured at the doors. “—either.”
Davis raised an eyebrow, silently asking for clarification.
“You know. Your date.”
“Who, Ellie? She’s fine.”
“You don’t think Harper was trying to... break you up or something?”
He snorted. “I doubt she knows Ellie exists.”
I didn’t realize I was hoping for a specific answer until the disappointment landed in my gut like a weight. Then there was something to break up between them.
“Well,” I struggled to recover whatever connection we’d had, “this won’t cause problems between you and Everett, will it?”
He scowled. “Unlikely.”
“Was that what she was going for? To make him mad at you?”
Davis straightened—or maybe he tensed. “Honestly, I do not pretend to fathom the motivations of people like Harper andNeverett. Although I guess I might have caused problems earlier for you and—” He waved at the doors too.
“Dr. Donaldson?” Not this again.
“Yes, you and your date looked nice and comfy gazing at photos of Everett together.”
Maybe he did have a reason to be annoyed—it was creepy to think about your coworkers cyberstalking your famous brother—but he didn’t have a reason to bring Dr. Donaldson into this. “Excuse me?”
Davis knew exactly what I meant. “Your date,” he said, perfectly clearly. “Dr. Donaldson.”
“For your information, we are not on a date.”
“You’re sitting together.”
“We got tickets at the same table from Dr. Okafor. You would have been there too if you hadn’t felt the need to create yet another platinum membership.”
Davis scoffed. “Who invited whom?”
“Dr. Donaldson asked me if I’d like to go. He didn’t even say he was going.”
“Uh huh.” Davis was unfazed. “And you just met up here?”
“No.” I folded my arms, careful of my glass. “I drove us.”
“His idea?”
“Mine.”
“Oh.” He gave me a superior smile, probably the same one he’d been giving since his fancy foreign boarding school days. “Soyoumade it a date.”
“His apartment was on my way.” Sort of. “It only made sense.”
“Itonlymade sense,” Davis repeated. He clicked his tongue. “Does he know that?”
