“I honestly don’t know her,” I insisted. “I couldn’t even tell you her name.”
It wasn’t a total lie. I didn’t know her name. I may know how her cheeks flushed when she was nervous, or the way her eyes sparkled underneath the rising sun, the emerald hue more remarkable than the lush greenery covering the island. But her name never came up.
“Then you don’t care that she’s walking this way. Should I go into the office and see if we have one of your headshots lying around so you can sign it for her?”
I clenched my jaw, glaring at Nikko. “Don’t you dare.”
A grin lit up his face. “That’s what I thought.”
He stood from his barstool, nodding toward Aiden and Isiah, who also stood, each patting me on the back before heading into the restaurant.
I jumped to my feet to follow them, tell them they were all acting ridiculous, but came to an abrupt stop when a familiar scent enveloped me, causing me to come to a dead stop in my tracks.