Chapter 87

Alexander

I took another sip of whiskey, letting the burn distract me from Anthony’s probing stare. “There’s nothing to tell. You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” He tapped his fingers on the table. “The Alexander Knight I know would’ve jumped at those model photos I showed you. Instead, you acted like I was showing you tax returns.”

“Maybe I’m evolving.”

“You? Evolve?” Anthony snorted. “Next, you’ll tell me you’ve taken up knitting.”

“I’m serious.” I signaled for another round. “Can’t a man change his priorities without an interrogation?”

“Not when that man is you.” He leaned back, studying me. “Look, I get it. Katherine was—”

“Don’t.” The word came out sharper than intended.

“Fine, but you can’t keep waiting for her. She’s gone, Alex. And these models I’m showing you? They’re interested. Very interested.”

I loosened my tie further. “Forget about Katherine. And the models.”

“So you are seeing someone!” He pointed at me