“Here,” he says, handing me the blanket he’s carrying.
“Thanks, it’s still pretty cold for spring,” I say, wrapping myself in it.
“Are we talking about the weather now?” he jokes, using my words from before.
“I could sense... something between you and Maeve. Did you guys... date before?”
“Something like that.”
I swallow.
Hoyt looks back at the house, and we see Akira and Broc laughing.
“They seem to get along,” he says, studying our friends.
“They really do. Is Broc single?”
“As far as I know.”
“Are you?” It was the whiskey asking.
“Yes, I thought it was obvious.”
“Well, with the things I heard... I wasn’t sure.”
“There is no one.”
“What about all the… women at the parties Lara mentioned?”
“It’s expected for me to show up with somebody at those things.”
“So they are not dates?”
“A couple were, but mostly just models—they want to be in that kind of environment.”
I look up at the sky.
“You know, you never told me why you wanted to see me at the awards, upstairs.” He takes another sip of his glass.
I sigh. “I didn’t have something specific to tell you, I only wanted to… meet you.”
“Why?”
I take a sip from my liquid courage.He deserves to know.
“The first time I met you… it wasn’t at the balcony.”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw you… before.”
“Where? Another gala?”
“No, here.”
“What do you mean, here?”
“Here, this house.”