Morana's Point Of View
But after a sip of her drink and a few seconds of silence, she asked with a casual air, "You still haven't told me who Nikolai D'Angelo is to you."
I stiffened.
There it was.
I turned, careful to keep my expression neutral. "He's just a business partner."
Nancy's lips twisted. "Oh please. Try again. And make it believable this time."
I narrowed my eyes. "I said he's a business acquaintance."
She raised a perfectly sculpted brow. "Yeah? Since when do you hop into the car of acquaintances without asking questions?"
I opened my mouth to protest.
"And not only that," she added, grinning now, "you literally turned red when you saw him earlier tonight. The Morana I know doesn't blush. The Morana I know burns."
I could feel my heart leap in my chest. Stupid traitorous organ.
"I didn't blush."
Nancy gave me a long look.
"Okay, maybe I did," I muttered. "A little. But it's… complicated."
She gasped. Loudly. "Complicated?!"
