But I’ll be damned if I’m going to admit it. I might not have much, but I still have my pride.
I lift my chin and say calmly, “Nothing’s wrong. I was out running errands. It’s nice to see you.”
His eyes flare with anger. His voice low and controlled, he says, “Three f*****g lies in one breath. Try again, and this time be honest.”
Heat pulses in my cheeks. I stare at him, aware that my hands are shaking and that I’d like to curl them around his neck and squeeze very hard.
With every ounce of self-control at my disposal, I ask, “How’s your date going, Aidan?”
He blinks. He huffs out a short laugh. He glances over his shoulder toward the restaurant, then turns back and pins me in a look of such burning intensity, I take a step backward.
Eyes shining, he says softly, “Oh, bunny. You’re g
