CLAY'S POV
I’d been back in LA for less than two hours, and Philip was already making me regret seeking him out first.
We sat at a quiet bar not far from my office, the kind that pretended to be low-key but still charged obscene amounts for mediocre, watered down drinks.
The lights were dim amber flickers specks that made everyone look more relaxed than they probably were.
“So,” he began, dragging the word out. “Why are you here with me instead of with Ms. Special?”
I didn’t look at him. I took a slow sip of my drink. “Because I’m seeing her tonight.” I shrugged, a smile tugging at my lips.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed. “And?”
“And she’s expecting me tomorrow,” I added. “I came back a day early. I wanted to surprise her.”
Philip’s mouth curved into a knowing grin that msde me roll my eyes. “
