“Where’d you go?”
“A restaurant. We ate.”
“That all?” The edginess of his tone and the curiosity flickering in his eyes holds the real question he wants to ask.
I just stare back at him, half in disbelief, the other part of me shocked.There’s no way on earth he’s jealous.No way.
“Why?”
“Just curious to see what sort of date Jacques Belmont is.”
My God, I think he is jealous.The Candace of the past would have been doing a victory dance at the triumph of firstly, getting his attention, and the bonus of jealousy.But, since I’m not that girl anymore I harden my stare.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I inform him.
His eyes narrow and his lips tilt slightly into what could look like the beginning of a smile but isn’t.This man isn’t one who stands for anyone talking to him the way I just did.But there’s not a damn thing he’s going to do about it.Not when it comes to me. He knows I know that fact about him.
“I suppose it’s not.”
I’m about to resume the silent treatment when to my horror, the elevator’s lights flash, and the cab jerks so hard I stumble and fall right into him.He catches me and manages to stop me from hitting the ground, but the impact makes me drop my purse and all the contents scatter.
The elevator stops and we both look over to the panel on the side of the door as it flashes red.