He frowned.
“Legally married,” she rushed the words out. “I mean, it was a Vegas wedding, we were both drunk. What if it doesn’t actually count?”
His lips formed a flat line. “It does. I checked.”
“Oh.” Of course he had. Without proof of legal connection, she wouldn’t be here.
She dropped her gaze to the tiled ground beneath them.
“So we met at a bar,” he said, drawing her attention back to the conversation at hand.
“And had a whirlwind affair,” she said, lifting one shoulder. “That’s close enough to the truth.”
He lifted one hand then, almost as though he couldn’t help it, brushing her hair back from her face, eyes sweeping over her features like he was cataloguing her inch by inch. “We barely left my room.”
Heat bloomed in her face. “I don’t think we’ll need that detail.”
“It explains why we weren’t seen out at events. If we’d genuinely been dating, some photo or other would have ended up online.”
That made sense. So did the fact they would have spent weeks in his room. The explosive heat of that single kiss had made it easy to believe how addictive she would have found him, if ever she had access to more.
“Is that normal for you?” She hadn’t thought to google.
“Si.”
He’d already told her that, too, though. Hence the background check on her. A frisson of something unpleasant ran down her spine, but it was quickly chased away by heat, because of how close he was.
“I wouldn’t like that.”
“No.”
“You don’t?”
“No.”
“But it’s just the way it is for you.”
“Yes.”
She frowned. “Okay.”
His eyes held hers. Her pulse raced.
“What else?” Her voice was strangled. She cleared her throat.
“I know a lot of what I need about you from the background check.”
She felt her eyes widen. “You’ve already got the results?”
“A partial. You’re very private.”
She bit into her lower lip. “I guess.”
“Why?”
She stared at him. “Am I hiding something? Is that what you’re asking?”
“Are you?”
