“Touché,” Blaise said.
Yep, these guys lived in another realm where money was no object.
She took in Dash from the top of his messy hair to his high-end tennis shoes.
Cute.
His long limbs reminded her of a puppy who was all legs. No doubt Dash had the same attention span. Get rid of his ultra-casual attire and put him in something nicer, say a suit, and he would be handsome. But she couldn’t help him with a makeover as she would with other clients.
That could be a problem.
Dash’s gaze traveled from her to Blaise. “We spent Saturday together at the wedding and you didn’t say a word.”
“About what?” Blaise asked.
“Hadley.” Dash elbowed him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Asdatingechoed through Blaise’s head, Hadley tensed beneath his palm. He hadn’t realized his hand was on her back. He jerked his arm away as if the action would defuse a ticking bomb. Not because he didn’t enjoy touching her. He did. But Blaise didn’t want to upset her more, because he saw that what Dash said had. “We’re…”
“Friends,” Hadley finished for Blaise.
“It’s new,” he added a beat later because Dash may have provided them with the perfect cover for their matchmaking.
Amusement gleamed in Dash’s eyes. “Being friends is new? Or the two of you together?”
“Yes,” Blaise and Hadley said at the same time.
That hadn’t been on purpose. Though he had a feeling they were each answering a different question.
Hadley gave him a wide-eyed what-are-you-doing look.
“You even talk at the same time. It’s like Kieran and Selah all over again.” Dash laughed before focusing on Hadley. “They’re out of town celebrating their married-for-one-month anniversary, or they’d be here.”
A charming pink stained Hadley’s cheeks. Blaise hadn’t expected her to be the blushing type, but it was cute. He enjoyed this glimpse of her flustered, but what he would prefer to see is her letting loose, acting spontaneous instead of holding on to control like a lifeline.
Her gaze, full of questions, remained on his. A hint of vulnerability shone through.
He fought the urge to run his finger along her jawline to see if her skin was as soft as it appeared to be.
Or as soft.
“Well, good for you guys,” Dash said sincerely.
“Good?” Hadley’s voice cracked. She glared at Blaise as if willing him to tell Dash, who remained oblivious, they were just friends, if that.
Blaise wished she wouldn’t worry. Dash misunderstanding their relationship would help them in the long run.
Dash nodded. “Blaise keeps his personal life private unless we pry it out of him. The fact he invited you here is a good sign and telling.”
It was true Blaise didn’t share much, but he had his reasons. First, his childhood had sucked. If his friends knew what he’d been through with his drug-addicted parents, they would pity him. The way everyone else had while he was growing up. He didn’t need or want that, but nowadays… “There’s not much to tell when my life revolves around work.”
“Revolved,” Dash corrected. “Looks like that has changed thanks to Hadley. Which is great. You need a girlfriend.”
Hadley flinched. “Blaise and I just met. We’re—”
Dash whistled. “And you’re here with his friends already? When you know, you know. That’s what they say, right?”
