“What, is Max keeping tabs on my liquor intake now too?”
“Not that I know of.”
When the bartender placed the martini in front of her, her eyes lit up. “Though I am curious. No whiskey? No scotch? For a dirty lawyer, I figured you’d have a better drink in your hand.”
I glared at her. “If I’m a dirty lawyer, what does that make your husband?”
Rosalie laughed, unimpressed. “Rich.”
I didn’t argue.
She watched me carefully, like she always did, as if she knew all my secrets. “You’ve been gone for a while.”
“Had business.”
“Business?” she questioned. “And how much longer are you planning to pretend this ‘business’ isn’t personal?”
I turned to her fully, one brow raised. “What do you mean?”
She smiled. “You know exactly what I mean.”
I didn’t answer, because Ididknow. And I didn’t like where this conversation was going.
“I think the rumors were right about you after all,” she said.
“Rumors are rarely worth entertaining.”
Rosalie smirked. “Except when they’re true.”
I knew what she was getting at—the whispers about why I’d stuck around New York longer than planned. Why I kept finding myself back in circles I’d sworn off.
I gave her a bored look, masking whatever else I felt beneath it. “And which rumors are we talking about, exactly? You’ve always been very creative.”
“The one where you put Cillian in the ground.”
That rumor was definitely true.
“You’ve already accused me of this,” I argued.
“You feel bad, don’t you?”
I let out an unamused laugh. “An interesting theory.”
She leaned in just slightly. “Is it wrong?”
“You think I feel bad?”
She smirked, resting her elbow against the bar. “Don’t you?”
Rosalie was guessing. Throwing out lines, waiting to see which one I’d bite.
She mistook my silence for guilt. Mistook my patience for hesitation. I wasn’t about to correct her.
“Tell me,” I said, giving her my full attention. “If you were on a jury, would you convict me based on speculation alone? Because that’s all you’ve got.”
“Maybe not. But people make decisions based on a lot less.”
“People like you? Do you think this is some kind of moral crisis?”
