“Sorry,” he lifted his hands in mock surrender; “Of course, Isla… ask away…” Luke smiled. The good–by facade slipped for a second, but he managed to put it back on.
“Why are you so interested in smearing Ashton's image?” she asked, throwing Luke away.
“What do you mean?” he stuttered, trying to regain his footing.
“You heard me… What I do with Ashton, or how I manage my friendship, workload in classes, or whatever with him, is absolutely none of your business…” she said, and he gasped. He was not expecting her to stand her ground. He was used to getting away with things just by showing up with his big puppy eyes and good-boy fake face.
I held my breath.
“I have not asked you for any sort of information or referral about Ashton Varnat, and yet, you have been providing unrequested
