“I’m meeting an old friend for dinner tonight.”
By the way he worded the statement, it didn’t sound like the invite was extended to me. It also didn’t sound like his “old friend” was one of his high school football buddies, or whatever it was Edward passed the time doing in his years before being an overbearing jackass—if those years even existed.
“Oh,” I said, chancing another look at him. His expression was stony and unreadable.
“You don’t mind being on your own again, do you?” He briefly met my gaze before dropping his eyes to his coffee cup.
“Nope,” I said in a weak attempt to keep the sharpness from my voice. I didn’t mind being on my own. At least, I didn’t think that was what bothered me. What bothered me was the thought of him double dipping his dick and not giving me the courtesy of a heads up. “What’s her name?”
Edward looked at me again. He frowned, appearing genuinely confused. “Pardon?”
“Your old friend,” I clarified. “What’s her name?”
For a moment, I actually felt silly for saying anything. What he did shouldn’t have been any of my concern. I definitely didn’t have the right to question him about it; certainly he owed me no explanation.
“Are you jealous?” Edward’s tone was playful, yet his expression remained anything but.
“Hardly.” Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. If Edward picked up on my terrible acting skills, it didn’t show. “Besides, why would I be jealous? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”
“That’s right.” There was a flash of some emotion on his face, but he recovered too quickly for me to get a grasp on what it was. “I keep forgetting this is strictly business for you.”