“I don’t think—”
He cut me off with a deep, throaty laugh that was completely humorless. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed. Elias is a man now. But I still worry, you understand? I thought I should get to know the woman he has been spending so much time with,” Armen said.
“Sure,” I said. “Maybe Elias can arrange something for us? A lunch or something,” I said.
My alarm bells were ringing a five-alarm fire.
At Crystal’s birthday party, I hadn’t even been an afterthought to Armen, and since his dinner, I hadn’t seen him.
He shrugged. “No,” he said, challenging me to disagree with him. “Why wait? We’re here now, and there is a great little breakfast place a few blocks down the road. We will get to know each other better.”
I looked at Armen, then looked back at Elias’s building, one that seemed a thousand miles away.
Then, I looked back at Armen, who smiled, the expression chilling me to my core.
“Get in,” he said.