Laurel glared at Sebastian in the driver’s seat. “You’re seriously not even going to give me a single clue?”
He only smiled. “Nope.”
“Come on! Google failed me. There’s not a single Ivy Blake or Harrison Wilkes listed on sss, so obviously they write under pen names. Won’t you even give me a hint about genre?”
“Oh no, it’ll be a lot more fun to watch you find out on your own.”
On a huff, Laurel crossed her arms. She hoped her teasing snit would cover the nerves bubbling over this dinner. How the hell was she supposed to act tonight? It had been obvious what Ivy thought was going on when she’d issued the invitation. But Laurel wasn’t Sebastian’s girlfriend. They weren’t dating. She didn’t know exactly what they were because, despite their frank conversation to the contrary, he hadn’t don
