“So you’ll be okay dating someone else?”
Anger replaces the surprise and pain those words caused me. I glare at Grey.
“No. I’m not interested in anyone,” he replies flatly. The word else should follow anyone, but he doesn’t add it. He just sits there, maddeningly calm, eyes locked on mine. “I’m saying I’ll fake-date anyone. I don’t care.”
“What if I say no?” I snap, my patience fraying like a thread about to tear. “What if I don’t want to date anyone, and I swear I’ll kill any woman you date, real or not.”
He glances away, and I catch the subtle lift of his cheek. Is he amused? Does he think I’m bluffing? My lips press into a tight line, fingers curling into fists so tight they ache.
“No,” I murmur, “Maybe I won’t do that. I can think of something better.”
He turns back, eyes f
