Love Bet
"So. Sophia Moreau."
My jaw tightened—just slightly.
And they fucking caught it.
Lucas grinned. "Oh, that’s interesting."
I rolled my eyes, setting my glass down. "You two are insufferable."
Adam smirked. "You’re deflecting."
I sighed, rubbing my jaw. "What do you want me to say?"
Lucas tapped his fingers against the table. "I don’t know, maybe that this whole thing was supposed to be a bet? That you were supposed to win, take your victory lap, and move on?"