I don’t like leaving Molly alone. She’s probably feeling unsettled. It’s bad enough that she’s experienced the media scrum, and met the family.
“I hope you didn't say anything stupid.”
Rio lifts a brow. “Like what?”
Dex chuckles. “I was blinded by the color of that dress. Next time I’ll wear my shades.”
“There won’t be a next time,” I state, feeling a pinch in my gut.
Jett saunters in and frowns. “I thought the meeting was postponed.”
“This is the meeting after the meeting,” Matteo replies.
“Does she always dress in primary colors?” Dex asks.
I wish he’d drop it.
Rio winces. “Orange isn’t a primary color, dude.”
Dex narrows his eyes. “Rainbow colors then. You know what I mean. Tell me you don’t.”
Rio exhales heavily. “I’m telling you orange isn’t a primary color.”
“She has an interesting dress sense.” Jett’s eyes meet mine, as if I’m somehow responsible for Molly’s attire.
I lift a shoulder. “That’s just how she is. Nothing wrong with that.”
“Is there something you need to tell us, bro?” Rio asks.
Great. I walked into that one.
“Is she from New York?” Zach asks.
I pinch the bridge of my nose wishing I’d never walked into this room. “She’s from … Chicago.”
“Chicago?” A chorus of voices fills the room.
I shift in my chair, heat creeping along my back. Beads of sweat dampen my underarms.
“You told us you went there to see Luca Valizar?” Dex counters.
I don’t dare to look up, even though I can feel them all looking at me.
“I did.” That’s all I’m going to give them. They won’t believe the rest of it.
Dex’s eyes fill with amusement. “She’s the one who took the first video of you, isn’t she?”
“Let’s not go there,” Matteo cautions.
“Why not?” Dex cries.
“Because it sucks, being the target of internet intrusion. You wouldn't like it.”
“Someone like you would buckle under the pressure, Dex,” Zach remarks.
Dex immediately puffs up his chest. “The hell I would. I can handle it. I put up with plenty of shit when Dani got attacked.”
“That died after twenty-four hours,” Matteo reminds him.