“You can’t possibly be serious?”
Lee said nothing, just sucked in his cheeks in that disapproving way he had, and continued to stir his tea.
“He’s twenty-six.” I tried again. “I’m just saying that people will talk.” And now I sounded like my brother had when Lee and I first started hanging out.
“People always talk.” Lee sounded blasé enough that I knew it was exactly what he hoped for. “Why would I care if they talk?”
“Talk about what?” Grant asked.
I looked up as he slipped back into the booth, opposite me and next to Lee. “Christopher and I were discussing me asking you to be my plus-one for the premiere.”
Actually, I was telling him that people would get the wrong idea. He might like the attention of having someone younger on his arm but, plastic surgery or no, Lee was in his seve
