I soldier on. “If you’re seeing someone, you’re going to have to put an end to it. The sooner, the better. It’s best to avoid any drama.”
“I’m not seeing anyone.”
I already knew that. I wanted to hear it from her. “Good.”
“It seems you’re quite the player,” she says. “How is your current flavor of the week going to take the news?”
“If you’re referring to a woman I might be involved with, rest your mind at ease. I’m a free agent.”
“What about your weekly escort bookings? Won’t they miss you if they don’t hear from you for a while?” She flashes me a triumphant grin, like she one-upped me.
“I don’t have to pay for sex, Michaela.”
Her cheeks flush. “No little König babies running around or baby mamas looking for alimony or child support?”
“The media would’ve been all over that scandal,” I say. “To answer your question, I always wrap it up and I always buy my own condoms to avoid surprises.”
She grimaces. “Too much info.”
“You asked.” I shrug. “All right, we’ve established we’re both single and neither of us have kids we know of.”
She giggles.
“Two potential roadblocks we can scratch off the list. I know your father never divulged his plans to Thana or your uncle Ian––”
“My father told you that?”
“Yes. He was pretty forthcoming.”
“Wow.”
“He has a vested interest in seeing this through. So do I. Are there any liabilities on your end I need to know about?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is there anyone who might become a whistleblower and tip off the media about our fake marriage?”
“Well, my friend Keira knows the truth.”
I groan.
“I’m staying with her and she read the news before I did.”
Shit.
“That could come back and bite us in the ass.”
“She wouldn’t say a thing.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m certain.”
“People can turn on a dime when money is involved or the prospect of their fifteen minutes of fame.”
“Trust me, Keira has a hate-hate relationship with the media.”
“You trust her that much?”
