“You are?”
Zolt was a man of very few words in English, but I could tell he focused really hard on those two words by hisfrown. Or maybe not. Maybe the frown was all because of Jordan.
Jordan looked startled, as if he didn’t want to admit anything about who we were to each other.
“We’ve known each other since we were sixteen,” he said. A good way of answering the question without answering the question.
“Friends,” Zolt said.
Jordan’s nod was enthusiastic. “Yes. Friends.”
Zolt cocked a brow at me.
“How long are you back for?” Jordan asked me, turning so his back was partly turned to Zolt. Not a good thing to do when there was a bull ready to make you prey, but Jordan had always been an‘out of sight, out of mind’kind of guy. “I’ve got some time off from my placement. I thought we could go to the new Lebanese restaurant.”
Oh, he had a death wish.
Zolt’s brows collided with his lashes. They were so lovely and long.
“I’m pretty busy over the next couple of days,” I said. “But, hey, you have that new girlfriend, don’t you? You should take her.”
Zolt blinked at me over Jordan’s shoulder.
Fuck, had that sounded bitter?
Jordan shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. Text me when you’re in town next. Look after her, bud.”
“She no need look after.”
My ex nodded and quickly made his way out of the room.
But Zolt was not a fan.
“He’s not a threat,” I laughed. “He’s my ex for a reason. It was a childish relationship. We’re friends.”
He wasn’t buying it. He gestured at the door. “He asked youout on a date!”
“He didn’t—he asked me to go to a Lebanese restaurant because that used to be our thing.”
“You still have things with him?”
“I have nothing with him,” I said and pressed into his space, his rough hands immediately cupping my elbows.
“Are you going to go on a date with him?”
“No.”
“Are you jealous of the new girlfriend?”
“No.”
He nodded. If Jordan had asked that question last year, he would have pressed it further. He would have given side glances, disbelieving.
But I didn’t have to give Zoltán anything. Because he trusted me.
As I trusted him.
“Your English was fast then,” I complimented. “You’re making real improvements.”
