‘Steady on,’ he said, as much to himself as to Oliver. ‘She’s still my baby sister, you know.’
‘Stop your whining, you great plonker,’ Oliver retorted. ‘You’re just jealous because you can’t find someone who’ll have you.’
‘Ah, but haven’t you heard, my good friend?’ Tristan drawled. ‘A man doesn’t know what real happiness is until he’s married. And by then it’s too late!’
Jordana pulled a face. ‘Oh, ha-ha. You’ll fall in love one day. Once you get your head out of those legal bibles and stop dating women who are entirely unsuitable.’
‘That swimwear model didn’t look too unsuitable to me.’ Oliver grinned.
‘That swimwear model looked like a bobby pin.’ Jordana said archly. ‘Or should I say booby pin?’
‘Lady Sutton, then?’ Oliver offered.
‘Hmmm, right pedigree, but—’
‘I am still here, you know,’ Tristan grumbled, ‘and I’ll thank you both for staying out of my personal affairs. There’s nothing worse than two people who think love conquers all trying to talk perfectly happy singles into jumping off the same cliff.’
Not to mention the fact that he had no plans to relinquish his freedom to such a fickle and painful emotion as love.
But that reminded him that now would be a good time to find out who Lily could be so in love with she’d risk everything to please him.
And he had a right to know. He’d stuck his neck out for her, and he’d be damned if he’d risk getting it cut off because she’d done some idiot’s bidding.
‘What about you, Lily? Ever been in love?’ he asked, smiling benignly as she shot him a look that would have felled a tree.
Now, what on earth had made Tristan ask her that? He’d ignored her all night, and when he did speak to her it was to ask something she had no intention of answering. Not seriously anyway…
‘Oh, gosh, how long have you got?’ Lily jested lightly, trying to think of a feasible way to change the subject. She’d rather talk about money than love!
‘As long as it takes,’ Tristan replied amiably.
She cast him a frosty look and murmured her thanks as a waiter discreetly refilled her water glass just before she picked it up.
Tristan scowled at him, but Lily appreciated his attentiveness. As she did the ‘no cameras’ policy the restaurant insisted on. No doubt the main reason the place was so well-attended by the super rich. Although, as to that, this restaurant exuded a class all of its own.
Eating out had been the last thing Lily had felt like doing, especially after the incident in Tristan’s office, but she’d have done anything not to be alone with him. Which she would be once they left the restaurant.
And now he wanted to discuss her love-life as if they were best friends!
She didn’t think so.
There was no way she would tell him that, yes, she had thought herself silly enough to be in love once.
With him!
Especially not when she had returned those kisses in his office a few hours earlier as if she still was in love with him. Unbelievably, her body had gone off on a tangent completely at odds with her mind, and she was still shocked by her behaviour.
And his.
Although she shouldn’t be. Tristan had been angry and had shut her up in the most primitive way possible. It didn’t make it right—in fact it was downright wrong—but then so had been her response. She should have slapped him, not kissed him back. All she’d done was confirm his view that she was easy. A view she already knew would be impossible to reverse, so why even try? It wasn’t as if he would believe the truth anyway.
‘Well, let’s see…’ Lily paused, avoiding Jordana’s interested gaze and counting on her fingers. ‘First there was Clem Watkins, and then Joel Meaghan. Then—’
‘Joel Major, you mean? And Clem? The guy from the gym squad?’ Jordana scoffed. ‘He had a nose that looked like he’d gone ten rounds with a hockey stick and he thought the ozone layer was a computer game.’
Lily pasted on a smile. ‘He had good teeth, and he realised his mistake about the ozone layer almost straight away.’
‘After everyone laughed. How could you have been in love with them? You didn’t date either one.’