ASHLEY
I hear it.
I know I heard it.
But my body’s still playing catch-up, like it needs a second to translate the sound into something I’m supposed to understand.
“Excuse me?” I blink at him.
Remy tried to reach for my hand as if we're old friends but we're not. "Ashley Brooke. Daughter of the state senator Brooke. That's you right?"
" I don't want you to remind me who I am, Remy. What the f**k are you talking about?!"
I'm shouting now and I don't freaking care what he thinks. Damn it. I knew that old man is up to something sneaky the moment he shows up here. Quickly, I grab Remy's collar and push him next to the wall.
“You think this is funny?” My voice is low now, sharper. “Dropping that s**t like it’s a joke?”
“Ashley—”
“No. Don’t Ashley me.”
He tries to speak again.
