“What’s the verdict, Harley? Is anybody talking about Chett and me?”
I hand him my phone.
He nods. “It’s not as bad as I expected.”
“It’s not. Are Chett or Devlyn invited to this afternoon’s lunch?”
“That was the one condition I had before I accepted. So, we won’t have to deal with either of them today.”
“Good—”
My phone rings.
Kaz hands it back to me.
I groan when I see the name flashing on my screen.
“Is it the same person who called you last night?”
I shake my head. “It’s my best friend.”
“Why do you look so freaked out?”
Because I’ve been lying to everybody and I’m just waiting for it all to explode in my face.“I’m not freaked out.”
He shoots me a‘Liar, liar pants on fire’stare.
My phone stops ringing.
“Do you want to call her back or have breakfast?—”
My phone rings again.
“I’ll let you talk to your friend, I’ll head downstairs and get breakfast ready.”
I nod. “I’ll come down soon.”
He shakes his head. “Take your time.”
My phone stops ringing.
I’d rather not have to talk to her for that long.It’s safer that way.“Sure.”
He exits his home gym, and I stare after him. I tilt my head to the side to take a good look at his firm ass, defined legs, and bulging calf muscles.
Ciara calls back.
I accept the video call.
“Are you dating Chett’s ex-stepdad?” Her light brown eyes are huge.
“Well, happy Sunday to you too, bestie.”
“Cut the bullshit, Harley.”
I sigh. “It’s new.”
“New? I don’t care if you’re made of money, no man buys Bvlgari for a woman when the relationship is new.”
