Page 49 of Intrigued
“I knew he was attracted to you.” She shook her head. “Come. Let’s sit.”
I followed Bryn to the high-backed chairs. We both sat, keeping our gazes on each other.
“The only thing Jasper can do for you, Holls, is hurt you.”
I closed my eyes gravely. “I know that.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Why are your eyes closed?”
I quickly opened them. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Do you love him?”
I shook my head. “I just met him two days ago. I can’t be in love with him already.”
“Most people can’t, but you can. It’s how you’re built.”
I frowned, wondering what the hell she meant by that.
“You’re all in, or you’re not in at all. We have that in common.”
“Speaking of being in love”—I sat up straight, figuring there was no better time to question her about her sexual escapades—"yesterday, while I was exploring the hidden hallways, I heard you in your bedroom. You told someone you loved him. Was it Dale?”
Bryn folded her arms and watched me with a frown. “You heard me?”
“Yes, I did. And you told me you weren’t involved with anyone.”
She pursed her lips.
“Was it Dale Rumor? Jasper seems to believe that he was Asher’s friend during your college years, but I specifically recall the two of you fucking and doing so loudly.”
We were engaging in an epic staredown. I was on the verge of looking away first. I knew better than to win that sort of battle, not when I needed Bryn to give me more information so that I could do an effective job for her. In order for that to happen, I couldn’t put her on the defense. She had to remain on the offense.
“Dale and I are seeing each other.”
I cleared my throat and readjusted in my seat. “And Jasper doesn’t know, does he?”
“No.”
“And Dale’s the one that told you there was something going on between Jasper and I?”
“Yes, he did. And you talking to Dale infuriated Jasper.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t understand why you would keep the fact that you’re in a relationship with Dale from Jasper.”
She sighed sharply. “Because…”
I waited for her to finish, but I could feel the angst emanating from her body. “You can tell me, Bryn. Come on. I’m on your side, here.”
“Are you?” she roared, throttling her hands. “Because you’re fucking the one person who—”
I scooted to the edge of my seat. “The one person who?” I asked leadingly.
She tugged at her hair then flopped back in her seat. “I’m supposed to marry someone else.”
