LAKE
“Before your mind goes somewhere else, the answer is no. Terzo did not steal or sleep with my girlfriend.”
I put her in the tub with generous milk products and rose and lavender oils. I also brought a glass of wine so she could relax, but as I expected, she grilled me with many questions I couldn’t answer.
“Figures.”
“I just met him days ago, Maverick. I don’t know him personally other than what I already told you. Why are you interested in this guy?”
She arched a brow at me. “Don’t give me that look. I don’t have feelings for him. I feel like we have a deeper connection—”
I groaned in annoyance because I had a pretty good idea it was the same blood running through their veins.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Should I be worried?” It was absurd. I knew why, but she better not know it or, at least not at this moment.