ROMILLY
I had never been so utterly lost for words in my entire adult life. My eyes shifted from Elara, whose discomfort was clear, to Dave—the annoying troublemaker who had tossed out his outrageous question without a shred of tact.
What business of his was it whether or not I had a boyfriend? Did he think he had some kind of right to pry into my personal life? “What gave you the impression that I have a boyfriend?” Did he see me with Cedric in the parking lot?
Dave leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I saw you kissing a man,” he said bluntly, his smirk widening with satisfaction. “earlier in the parking lot.”
Cold sweat prickled along my spine. My laugh came out nervous and forced. “Oh, that? You misunderstood,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “He’s not my boy
