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“Ask him now,” Benedict insists. “Call him.”
I have no idea why Benedict is being persistent, but I pick up my phone and attempt to call Andy, somewhat praying he won’t pick up.
“Hey,” he answers in a rush.
“Oh hey, sorry, have I caught you at a bad time?”
“Can you hold on a sec?” Andy pulls the phone away, but I hear him tell someone to take five. “Okay, sorry. Angry women were judging me for answering the call?”
“Angry women?”
“Photoshoot.”
“Photoshoot, of course.” I glance at Benedict, who’s watching me. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but Benedict would like for you to join us for dinner in London this Friday if you’re free.”
Andy remains quiet, but I hear him breathing. “I see…”
“And for you to bring a date, the woman from the ball.”
“Are you kidding me right now, Jessa?”
I’m trying to think of something to say without giving away that Benedict is watching me.
“Hold on, Andy, Benedict is beside me, so let me ask what time.”
My palm covers the speaker, then I turn to him to wait for an answer. Benedict leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Seven.”
I nod, removing my hand.
“How is seven? I know you’re busy, but hopefully, you and Anastasia can make it.”
“So, he’s there beside you?”
“Great,” I say with a smile. “I’ll text you the details?”
“Jessa, you’re pushing my limits.”
I can hear him strain, knowing he wasn’t exactly fond of Benedict, and I don’t blame him either, especially if there’s any merit to what Ava said.
“I’ll let you get back to your photoshoot.”
“Jessa…”
“Bye.”
I end the call before he says something else to me, knowing my face can be reactive at times.
“All set,” I say, taking a breath. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Beside me, Benedict continues to watch me with a tenacious stare. It’s making me uncomfortable like I’ve done something wrong, which I haven’t.
Nothing is going on with Andy because, as far as Benedict is concerned, he’s my family.
Not the man who admitted he was in love with me all those years ago, or the man Ava says is still in love with me.
Or the man I just can’t get out of my head.
Twelve
