He coughed awkwardly.
Yeah. Hit that one on the head.
“Holy shit. This is juicy.”
“It’s not.”
“Come on, Flynn. You won’t tell me who it is? I won’t blab.”
I wouldn’t. (Maybe.) But I desperately wanted to know this shit.
“Let’s just forget I said anything,” he suggested.
And then something occurred to me. Something… not so fucking good.
“Oh… Flynn. Promise me it’s not Elle.”
“No. It’s not Elle,” he said firmly. “Of course it’s not Elle.”
Well, that was a fucking relief. Because Elle was not available. For him or anyone else. She was madly in love with her man, Seth, who I happened to be a serious fan of, and the two of them had a baby together. If any guy even thought about trying to threaten that, especially while Seth was away on tour with Dirty, he’d have the sharp end of my most kick-ass stilettos to deal with.
But… in insisting that it wasn’t Elle… he’d confirmed that it was someone else.
He was totally in love with someone.
“Could we, uh, please be done with this conversation?” I could hear the discomfort in his voice. But Flynn would never hang up on me. He was too polite.
So, I let him off the hook.
For now.
“Okay. It’s done. And rest assured, I’m done flirting with you. Ish.”
“Uh-huh.” He didn’t sound convinced.
Of course, I never really stopped flirting. He probably knew that. But at least now he’d know not to take it personally anymore.
“I just don’t like a hot guy to go to waste,” I went on. “And it always seemed like such a giant waste to let you just hang around all the time and go unenjoyed.”
“Uh-huh…”
“But don’t worry. I also consider myself an excellent matchmaker.”
He groaned silently. But I heard it.
And he had reason to fear.
I’d find out who this mystery girl was.
“Alright, alright,” I said. “Glad we got that sorted. But that’s really not the main reason I called.”
“It’s not?” The hope in his voice was adorable.
“No. I called about Ronan Sterling. Elle tells me you used to work for him.”
“I did.”
“So what can you tell me about him?”