Chapter 62

DAHLIA

“What do you want to talk about?”

I whispered to Aidan at the door.

We should talk. There are quite a lot of questions I want to ask him too.

“Let’s take a walk. Shall we?” He said, leading the way.

We stepped out into the hallway, then made our way outside into the quiet terrace that overlooked the back lot. There was a soft breeze, and Aidan lit a cigarette with a flick of his silver lighter. He didn’t offer me one—he knew I didn’t smoke.

Not that he asked; he just knew. He took a long drag, watching the smoke drift upward.

“Well then,” he said after a beat. “You’re quite the firecracker, aren’t you?”

I shrugged, pretending like my heart hadn’t been racing since I sat in that meeting. “I just said what made sense.”

He grinned sideways at me. “You said what he wouldn’t say.”

I didn’t respond. He didn’t need me to.

Aidan’s eyes narrowed, but not unkindly. “You’re in love with your boss.”

I scoffed.