His eyes moved back to mine. “You aren’t gonna pay Nightingale Investigations.”
My smile widened and I had the happy thought that maybe there were good guys out there and Luke was one of them.
“No, that’s okay. I have money and Dom’s loaded. Once Sissy nails him, she’ll have more than enough to cover –”
“You aren’t payin’.”
“Luke, really, it’s cool,” I told him.
“I’ll rephrase. You aren’t payin’ in money.”
My smile died, my heart clenched and I feared that he was going to prove my earlier thought wrong about there being good guys out there.
“Excuse me?” I whispered.
“This means you owe me triple,” he told me.
“Excuse me?” I repeated.
“You owe me triple.”
My body stiffened.
Nope, there it was. No good guys. Of course he wouldn’t do something for nothing. Of course he wouldn’t do something just because he was a good guy.
Fucking hell.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Okay then, what does that mean?” I pushed, my eyes narrowed on him and I found it kind of hard not to yell or cry or go out and buy an island for just me and my girlfriends; no men allowed.
He cut into thoughts of my Girls Only Island and said, “That means tonight, we’re havin’ dinner and I’m gonna find out what happened to the Ava I knew. Once I find that out, I’ll decide.”
Holy shit.
“Nothing happened to the old Ava,” I told him.
He shook his head. “The old Ava was funny, smart and sweet. The new Ava acts more like Marilyn and Sofia.”
It felt like he had slapped me across the face. I even felt myself flinch at his words. Seriously not a good guy and knowing this about Luke hurt more than his words.
“That wasn’t nice,” I whispered.
“No, it wasn’t, but it’s true.”
Damn, but he was honest. Still, he didn’t know what he was talking about. He didn’t know the half of it about Dom and he didn’t know anything about Rick, Dave and Noah. It wasn’t like I was being a bitch for the fun of it. I had reasons and he didn’t even bother to find out what they were before he made a judgment. I didn’t care about his offer of dinner so he could get my explanation. He knew, maybe more than anyone (except Sissy and my Dad), how much it would hurt to compare me to Marilyn and Sofia.
“A lot has happened since I last saw you,” I said not about to go into detail, never going to go into detail. He could blow for his explanation.
“Yeah, that’s obvious.”
Time for an evasive maneuver. This talk was beginning to sap my strength, suck my energy and make me want to stay in bed for a week eating rolls of chocolate chip cookie dough, bags of cheese puffs and tubs of ice cream (of all flavors).
“I can’t go to dinner tonight, I’m meeting some friends,” I told him.
“We’ll talk after you meet with your friends.”