Isla sensed that if she spoke badly of Grayson in front of this man, she might pay for it dearly.
They say some men treat their brothers like limbs and women like clothes.
Better to stay neutral where Grayson was concerned.
She bit her lip lightly and kept her tone level. "I don't have a problem with him. He... looks out for me at work."
"Anything else?" Julian wasn't satisfied with such a surface answer.
Anything else?
Isla's brow furrowed, unease creeping in.
The hand resting against her side shifted from still to something almost absent-mindedly soothing a shift that made her brace for consequences.
Do these two actually have some kind of complicated dynamic I'm not understanding? Why does one wrong word about either of them feel this dangerous?
If I flatter the wrong man in fr
