“Derek is a guy I know from high school.” She rolls her eyes. “He was a dick back then. He’s a bigger dick now.”
Relief rushes through me. “That’s good to know.”
“We’re both on the committee that’s working on our tenth high school reunion, but the meetings are mostly Derek humble bragging about things that aren’t true.”
I huff out a laugh. “I could tell he was an asshole when I met him.”
“You have no idea.”
I study her face, realization hitting me. “You’re planning your tenth high school reunion? How old are you, Olivia?”
“Twenty-seven.”
“I’m thirty…”
“Five,” she interrupts me again. “I read it on your website. You were born in New York City before you traveled the world. You won some very prestigious awards.”
“When did you look at my website?” I cock a brow.
She turns to the side. “It doesn’t matter.”
“When?” I press.
Her bare foot starts tapping on the hardwood floor. “I don’t remember exactly.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
She stares at me, her mouth curving into a smile. “It was shortly after you left the boutique that first day.”
That knowledge makes her want her even more. She felt the pull that day too. “I don’t want you to fuck anyone else.”
Her chin rises. “I won’t if you won’t.”
I pull her close. Staring down into her eyes, I kiss her softly. “We have a d
eal.”
Chapter 38
Olivia
He presses his lips to my forehead. “I’m staying the night again.”
I didn’t think it was up for discussion. “I’m not going to argue with you.”
He takes my hand and leads me down the hallway to my bedroom. I stop him when he reaches to turn on the overhead light. “That’s too bright. I’ll open the curtain and bring in some moonlight.”
I cross the room and tug on the curtains, opening them wide enough that when we are in bed, we’ll be able to see the skyline.
I turn back to find him sitting on the bed with my watch in his hands.
“Tell me about this.” He lifts it in the air carefully. “You wear it almost all the time.”
I take a seat next to him. “It’s my most treasured possession.”
“Did a man give you this?”
There’s not an accusatory tone in his voice at all. It’s curiosity. “It belonged to my dad. My mom had it engraved with their wedding date.”