of him,”
Christian mutters.
“He wants to go out. For a drink. With me.”
“I see.”
“And Kate and Elliot should be back,” I add quickly.
Christian puts his fork down, frowning at me.
“What exactly are you asking?”
“What exactly are you asking?”
I bristle. “I’m not asking anything. I’m informing you of
my plans for Friday. Look, I want to see José, and he
wants to stay over. Either he stays here or he can stay at
my place, but if he does I should be there, too.”
Christian’s eyes widen. He looks dumbfounded.
“He made a pass at you.”
“Christian, that was weeks ago. He was drunk, I was
drunk, you sa一ved the day—it won’t happen again. He’s no
Jack, for hea一ven’s sake.”
“Ethan’s there. He can keep him company.”
“He wants to see me, not Ethan.”
Christian scowls at me.
“He’s just a friend.” My voice is emphatic.
“I don’t like it.”
So what? Jeez, he’s irritating sometimes. I take a deep
breath. “He’s my friend, Christian. I ha一ven’t seen him since
his show. And that was too brief. I know you don’t ha一ve
any friends, apart from that god-awful woman, but I don’t
moan about you seeing her,” I snap. Christian blinks,
moan about you seeing her,” I snap. Christian blinks,
shocked. “I want to see him. I’ve been a poor friend to
him.” My subconscious is alarmed. Are you stamping
your little foot? Steady now!
Gray eyes blaze at me. “Is that what you think?” he
breathes.
“Think about what?”
“Elena. You’d rather I didn’t see her?”
Holy cow. “Exactly. I’d rather you didn’t see her.”
“Why didn’t you say?”
“Because it’s not my place to say. You think she’s
your only friend.” I shrug in exasperation. He really
doesn’t get it. How did this turn into a conversation about
her? I don’t even want to think about her. I try to steer us
back to José. “Just as it’s not your place to say if I can or
can’t see José. Don’t you see that?”
Christian gazes at me, perplexed, I think. Oh, what is
he thinking?
“He can stay here, I suppose,” he mutters. “I can keep
an eye on him.” He sounds petulant.
Halleluja
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