“It’s nothing,” he said, waving off my gratitude.
I hesitated again before speaking. “That might have cost a lot,” I continued. “The furniture, the materials… and I don’t want you spending that much money on me, especially without asking first.”
He shot me a look that was parts amused and dismissive. “Amara,” he began, his voice almost teasing. “I make that amount of money in minutes every day. Relax. That was nothing.”
Narcissistic
“Why did you meet with a lawyer?” Xander asked, pausing by his car, his hand resting on the door as he looked at me intently. “Did you find out who did that to Ashley?”
His voice dropped on the last part. It was clear that he was upset, maybe even angry, but there was something else in the way he spoke—a protectiveness. Had Ashley already started to grow
