“Great,” I say, flat and bitter as day-old coffee. “So that’s it, then.”
Lukas pauses mid-stride. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, nothing.” I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s just funny, is all.”
“You.” I point my chin at the suitcases. “One second, you’re all, Five million bucks means you’re worth more than a simple dinner. Then, all of the sudden, it’s Let’s wrap this show up. I guess I should’ve known you were a bullshitter. Do you even have any horses in that stable?”
His jaw tightens behind that perfectly groomed beard. The sunglasses make it impossible to read his eyes, which I’m sure is the point.
“—were a pretense. Yeah, I know, I get it. Like everything else.” I’m being petty and bratty now, and I know that, but I can’t stop. The humiliation from last night—from hearing him, from letting
