Page 11 of David's Proposal

I flash a grin.

“Why are you asking then?”

I shrug.

“I was making conversation.”

“Oh… Come on. You were making conversation. You didn’t ask me that for nothing. Is this about Chloe?”

“It might be. She didn’t say anything to me, but I had a feeling she knew one of the men at James’ house.”

I lie.

And I’m so bad at lying, yet somehow, my lie sticks.

“That man came later,” I say.

Her eyes go vacant as she’s trying to remember more details about that afternoon.

“Oh… There was someone. A dark-haired man. Handsome, polished.”

When did she have time to get all that about him?

“I suppose.”

“Dahlia knows him. She chatted with him.”

My mouth pulls open.

She nods in response to my puzzled expression.

“He’s some guy she’s worked for,” she goes on.

“What?”

My voice screeches a little.

“When she lived in Europe,” she continues.

“Uhh… Never mind, then.”

She waves me off.

“He’s some hotel tycoon,” she drones on.

“A what?” I mumble.

She laughs.

“Ty-what?” I say again, smiling.

“Tycoon. He has a luxury hotel chain named after him.”

The Architect?

Is this the same guy who fucked with Chloe?

My mouth stays open as if a bird is about to make a nest inside and hatch some eggs.

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