Page 81 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"So, you’ll heed my advice?"
I flip my hair over my shoulders, "Why not? I have nothing to lose."
"Make him sweat."
"Huh?"
"Don’t make it easy on him."
"Who?"
"Your man."
"How do you know I have a man?"
"Don’t you?"
"Yeah." I lower my chin, "I… I am not sure, actually."
"Bet he’s thinking the same thing right now."
"Is he?"
"Only one way to find out."
"What do you mean?"
"Test him, force the issue, do something out of character."
"Like what?" I chew the inside of my cheek.
"What’s the one thing about him that you want to find out."
I stare at him. "You mean…"
He nods. "Don’t take no for an answer."
"And if he still refuses to divulge the truth?"
"Do something unexpected, something that will catch him off guard…"
"Hmm." I frown.
"Meanwhile, you got a cigarette for me?"
"I don’t smoke." I shove my hand in my bag, pull out my wallet and rifle through it. Shit, I have Australian dollars, no pounds though. "Hold on."
I glance around, spy an ATM machine. I stalk toward it, insert my card and pull out a few notes. I spin and walk toward him, drop a couple in his hat.
He glances at it, then back at me, "A cigarette... I’d die for one right now."
"Don’t say that." I frown.
He chuckles, "Don’t like the big 'D' word?"
"Oh, I like 'Big D' all right." I snicker to myself. "It's just, my boyfriend has a thing about my saying that…" I pause. Why the hell did I refer to Damian as my boyfriend? I shake my head. "I know just the thing."
I walk the other way, toward the all-night corner shop I’d passed earlier. A few minutes later, I drop a pack of cigarettes and a lighter into his hat, on top of the money, which he still hasn’t touched. How strange.
