Alina
The wedding incident?
I stare at Adrian as my thoughts race, partially distracted by how close he’s standing and how good he smells.
So good—there’s a hint of—
Wait. My brain comes to a grinding halt. My jaw slacks.
“You’re not talking about…”
He nods. “Yes.”
I shake my head and the laughter that leaves my lips is doubting. “Nope. It’s impossible for you to know about that. It was years ago. I was a freshman. There’s no way…” I trail off, when it dawns on me that he’s serious.
“How?” I question, still baffled. My head is spinning with theories. Has he been stalking me? That’s impossible. Adrian Hawthorne couldn’t care less about my less-than-average life.
Even when my father happened to lose the company to Hawthorne Industries, we never crossed paths.
I only showed
