She gives me a look like I’ve personally offended her. “The building manager who kicked you two out while you were all over each other.”
My entire body goes still. “Oh my God.”
“Yes,” she says, thoroughly enjoying this. “More like, ‘Oh my Craig.’”
“How do you know him?” I demand.
She gestures vaguely. “He’s been best friends with my dad for years. They went out for a beer that night and he couldn’t wait to tell him about the public display of affection happening out on the ice.”
I drop my head into my hands. “Oh, my life.”
“Yeah,” she continues, completely unhelpful. “And then my dad told me, and I was like,no way, so?—”
I look up sharply. “So what?”
She hesitates and then smiles.
“Oh, you’re going to love this.”
“Lucy.”
“I may have gone to security.”
My jaw drops. “You didn’t.”
“I did.”
“You didn’t. How do you know someone in security?”
“Not me, Liam, and I absolutely did,” she says, far too pleased with herself. “I had them pull the footage so I could confirm it was you.”
I let out a full, unhinged noise and immediately duck behind the counter, crouching like that might somehow erase me from existence.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I groan, pressing my forehead to the cabinet door. “Between you and my grandmother, what did I ever do to deserve this kind of betrayal?”
Lucy leans over the counter, peering down at me with zero sympathy.
“For the record,” she says brightly, “the chemistry? Off the charts.”
I slap a hand over my face.
“I hate you.”
“You do not.”
“You violated multiple levels of privacy!”
“And yet,” she counters, “I was right.”
I peek up at her, glaring.
She grins.
“I’m quitting,” I mutter, dropping my head back down. “I’m leaving the country. I’m changing my name.”
“Too late,” she says. “Craig already knows your face.”
I groan louder.
