DAVE
“I wasn’t trying to kiss her or anything,” I pointed out, making sure to clear that up before she got any wild ideas. “If anything, I was more inclined to squeeze the life out of her.”
She shifted slightly but barely looked my way, her attention fixed on the illuminated elevator buttons. “Are you here for the meeting?”
Her voice was clipped, distant—cold in that infuriating way she usually reserved for conversations with her parents. And I hated that she was using it on me.
Without thinking, I reached for her shoulder, turning her toward me so she had no choice but to meet my gaze. “Nothing happened between me and Romilly just now.”
She blinked slowly, then shrugged a single shoulder. “Honestly?” Her voice was utterly flat. “I wouldn’t care if you were f*****g her right outside
