“As if I would date my best friend’s older brother. I’m not that desperate.”
He winced.
“Ouch.”
“Oh god, look, there’s nothing wrong with him, but just no. This conversation is officially over. Can we get on with some work?”
He clapped his hands together.
“Of course, sorry, I was merely curious.”
Curious my fucking arse. I’m one hundred per cent sure he was fishing for information.
I really needed to have a word with Aiden about this shit. We had to do something about Frazier for starters, but this stuff with Ed made me uncomfortable. What the hell was his agenda? Who was pulling his strings? Was it Troy? Chuck? Why was everyone so fucking interested in who I was seeing and who I was or was not getting married to?
Everything was getting messier by the fucking day. There were too many players on the board. Too many people pulling me this way and that. Everyone wanted something different from me. I had no idea what to do or think about any of it.
I was being pulled deeper and deeper into the web of lies and secrets. All of it confused the fuck out of me. I had to get out in front of this. Had to find a way to stop it all from coming crashing down in front of my face.
The only way I was going to do that is if Aiden and I actually came up with a solid plan to deal with each threat. It had to start with Frazier. He was my most pressing concern. I had to know why the hell he wanted me to marry Tristan so badly.
When I got back this evening, Aiden and I were going to talk. Not about what I’d said last night, but about what our next move was.
It couldn’t come soon enough as far as I was concerned.