I laugh, because neveroncehas Fawn shown an inkling of interest infalling in love. She makes hating people look like an artform. It always shocks me when I realize how deeply she just cannot stand human beings, while she also for some reason seems fond of me.
“What’s so funny?” Damion asks.
“I just can’t picture Fawn in love. She’s too unpredictable for me to begin to imagine what it would look like.”
“That makes sense. The second full conversation I had with her, she was taking the screen out of my office window, knocking on it, then climbing through it once I unlocked it.”
I stop, short, and turn, fully. “I’m sorry. What?”
Damion’s gaze lifts. “Did I not mention that?”
“No, you did not mention that. And, for the record, neither did she!”
“It’s why I went outside that night before Halloween when I gave you the Amare dress. I figured maybe you were the same kind of crazy and would consider escaping out the window as a logical course of action.” His lips quirk. “And I was right.”
I can’t even argue. Hewasright. “What in the world did she want that she thought she’d climb through a billionaire’s office window to get it?”
He puts one hundred percent of his attention into measuring the sour cream. “She wanted to ask me how in love with you I was.”
My eyes bug. “How in…Whenwas this?”
“The night we met by the pool when I was coming to ask what specifically about me you hated.”
It seems there’s alotFawn hasn’t told me about that night.
“She really cares about you.”
“I know that.”
“I’m glad. You seem to struggle with accepting that people might really like you.”
I fold my arms. “Fawn’s different.”
“Because she’s crazy?”
My mouth opens to object, but… “Well, yes.”
He nods, like he understands. “It’s easy to feel normal around people who are nuts. Some people are so unabashedly them, it’s contagious. That’s Forrest for me.”
“I thought he was just your personal assistant or something.”
“He’s my best friend and someone I occasionally pay to utilize his unique skills on my behalf.”
“Unique skills?” I ask.
“He is the most ADHD person I have ever met. I need a contract in twenty-four hours? Give him a Red Bull. Some event needs planning all of a sudden? Pass the CBD. I need all ten thousand of my emails organized? No problem, that’s, like, half an afternoon. A new apartment building needs designed? What else was Sims made for? When I tell you that man is on crack…I only hope I’m exaggerating.”
“He sounds terrifying.”
“That’s why I like him so much.”
“So…what exactlyishis job?”
“I have no idea.”
“You don’t know?”
Damion shrugs. “I’ve asked. He’s pretty discreet about it, whatever it is. Once, he told me he saves baby squids from being turned into calamari. Another time, he said he exclusively weaves rugs by hand out of human hair. I ask every so often, just to see what he’ll say, but absolutely no answer has been believable thus far.”
