“No,” I mutter. “I have no social life. I’m either with you or Nettie or at your office, making lunch runs with Clay.” See? There’s my in. I just bring up his name casually to carefully plant a few seeds—just to make sure they don’t explode. I glance up at him to see his reaction. He doesn’t really respond. He just…huffs. Which is weird. “What was that for?” “Nothing. It’s just… It’s guys like Clay I worry about.” Something queasy and uncomfortable blossoms low in my belly. His words are like acid.
