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I scrub my hand over my face and promise myself an expensive glass of scotch before I say, “He better get real cool with murder real quick. Or you better send him home.”
“He’s more accepting than you think, Gem.” Riley sighs. “He might have had a slightly different upbringing than me, but he’s no stranger to what’s inside.”
Ezra has been itching to say something to me all day. A dozen expressions roll across his face every time he glances my way, but I won’t push him to talk.
Mostly because I can guess what he’s dying to know.
We’re standing in line at a local bistro when he finally pops.
“So,” Ezra drawls after ordering his lunch. “Gemma, huh?”
“What about her?” I ask, forcing myself to stay relaxed.
He snorts as he shakes his head. “You went for the quick public fuck.”
“No one said anything about quick…” I stop talking when he grins at me.
“Oh. So you went home with her?” my cousin inquires, being too fucking nosy.
“No,” I reply. “Why are you asking so many questions about Gemma? We haven’t seen her since high school.”
“I haven’t seen her since high school,” he admits, then accuses me of the opposite. “You definitely have.”
I frown at him, wondering why he’s bringing this up now. We’ve been together all day, and we’ve had plenty of quiet moments where we could have talked about this without witnesses. Not that I would have given him a straight answer…
“I have not,” I defend, though I can tell he doesn’t believe me.
“You’re a terrible liar,” he informs me and the woman in front of us. “I saw your expression change when I told you—”
“I didn’t fuck her,” I snap.
The lady behind the counter of the local bistro jerks her head back, blinking at me as she fumbles with our drinks.
“Sorry,” I mumble, half meaning it. “But he needed to know.”
Ezra scoffs. “We don’t believe him, do we, Laura?”
She glances at her name tag. “Lacey.”
“That was where my questions were heading next,” my cousin says, tossing her an over-exaggerated wink. “Don’t get too far ahead of the conversation.”
“You’re such an ass,” I muse, unable to hide my grin.
He doesn’t break stride in his interrogation. “If you didn’t go home with her, who did you go home with?”
“No one.”
“Oh, right…” Ezra drawls. “You stayed at the rave until noon and then took a cab home. Got it.”
I spread my hand across my face, frustrated that I have to lie about seeing Jasper. “Why are we talking about this in here?”
“I’m bored,” he replies. “And I really want to know where you go four nights a week.”
“To the clubhouse.”
“All four nights?”
I sigh. “Yes, Ezra. All four nights.”
