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“Maybe you need to improve the service you provide,” I say to him, my voice bright. “If you expect repeat business.”

His smile cracks a little. And yes, it’s a low blow, but if he’s going to start hinting about our tryst, then I’m going to hit him where it hurts.

“I’m sure his service is excellent,” Myles says. “He comes highly recommended.”

Asher smiles as he looks down at his silverware.

“I guess you’re only as good as your last review,” I murmur.

“I’ve had some glowing reviews recently,” he says, slow and deliberate.

My smile falters. That shouldn’t feel like a slap. But it does.

Because what? He’s had sex since Liberty? I have no idea why that hits me right in the chest. It’s not like he owes me anything.He’s a grown man, he’s single. He’s entitled to have carnal relations with whomever he desires.

But it still hurts.

“I was telling Francine about our discussion this afternoon,” Myles says to Asher, as the waiter discreetly places our drinks in front of us. I pick up my Blackberry French 75 – gin, blackberry syrup, and chilled champagne in a vintage crystal coupe glass, wishing I was anywhere but here.

He watches as I down half my drink. He doesn’t say a word, but I feel it, the heat of his gaze. Like he’s remembering exactly how my mouth feels against his.

“Oh yes?” Asher takes a sip of his whiskey.

“I thought we could discuss her security,” Myles continues. “After reading those statistics, and seeing where she lives, it worries me.”

“I’m fine,” I say, trying not to roll my eyes. “I told you, I’m a grown up, I have it covered.”

“You’re a single woman in a big city,” Myles points out. “And you’re rich and beautiful.”

“Who said I’m single?” I ask too brightly, like a kid daring someone to call her bluff.

I’m still pissed off that he’s moved on so easily. That he’s… fine. For a second neither of them say a word. Myles frowns like he’s trying to take my words in.

Asher just looks annoyed. Good, now he knows how it feels.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Myles asks.

I don’t reply. Just shrug. That’s not lying is it?

“Why haven’t you told me about him?” my brother continues.

“It’s still pretty new,” I say.

Asher stares at me, his lips pressed together.

“He’s very big,” I tell them, pausing for a beat. “Physically, I mean. I don’t need to worry about anything when he’s around. So let’s not worry about my security. I’m fine.” I give them botha broad grin. “Let’s talk about something else,” I say, turning to Asher with a sugary smile. “Like how to fix a failing rating. You know, before the bad reviews start piling up.”

ASHER

My jaw is tight as I watch her leave the table, her black dress swaying against her thighs like a taunt. She says something to the waiter, probably ordering another cocktail, and then disappears down the hallway.

I shouldn’t follow her.

I’ve told myself that a dozen times since I sat down. Don’t look too long. Don’t ask questions. Don’t care.

But I’m already pushing back my chair.

Myles is mid-conversation with one of the wait staff about how many calories are in the sticky toffee pudding. He doesn’t flinch when I tell him I need to take a call and slip away.