CHAPTER SEVEN
After relaying her life history with more curious dinner guests, Kaya took a stroll on the outside grounds and ended up on the tennis court lit by LED lights and decorative lanterns.
“Man.” She pinched the net, checking its sturdiness. “Is there a thing as too much money?”
“I’d say no.”
She turned to see Brandon walking toward her with his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t know anyone else was out here.”
He stood beside her and grabbed the net, his cologne smelling of apricots. “I followed you.”
“Really?” She crossed her arms, surrounded by a humid breeze. “Why?”
“Seven was telling the truth.” He flinched as if he expected her to hit him or something. “I said that stuff about your art.”
She snickered.
“But, I didn’t mean it personally.” He turned around and leaned his
