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Nerves fluttered through my belly as the two of them locked gazes. Finally, much to my surprise, Nash conceded with a nod.
Hugh returned his attention to me. “You caused quite the stir leaving England when and how you did, Aya.”
“Not what I planned, but then I didn’t know I was going to be publicly shamed again.” Anger boiled in my veins. “As if I’d agree to a marriage simply because he pressured me.”
Nash’s eyes narrowed.
Right. I hadn’t mentioned that part. I slid across the wide seat of the pine chair until my thigh pressed against Nash’s. His muscle was rock hard.
“He tried to force you into it?” Nash gritted out.
“More like ambushed. He and my father planned it. I met them for brunch…” I trailed off at Nash’s murderous look.
Hugh picked up on the angry vibes. “So you jetted. Smart lady.”
“Self preservation. And Nash, I hadn’t ever considered marrying him.”
Nash nodded but turned his face away.
“So, what’s up with you?” I asked Hugh, definitely needing to change the subject.
Hugh grinned wider than the Cheshire cat. “I’m pretty good. Met a woman.”
I laughed. “Nice. I look forward to meeting her.”
“Definitely.”
Nash continued to brood, so I slid my palm down his thigh to squeeze his knee. He shot me an indecipherable look before returning his attention to Hugh, who was explaining the media frenzy now that the press had figured out I was here, in Barton Creek, with Nash.
“Where did they get that information?” I asked.
“You were spotted in the Austin airport,” Hugh said.
“That doesn’t explain how they know I’m here,” I said. “With Nash.”
Hugh cocked his head. “Good point. I’ll have to look into that. Maybe it was Lindsay. You were seen with her in London.”
“Fucking Lindsay,” Nash grumbled.
“She dropped me at the airport,” I murmured. “Our conversation on the way was enlightening.”
“Was it now? Did she tell you how she showed up in my Vegas hotel room?” Nash asked, his lip curling.
Right. Lindsay had mentioned that Nash hated her more than I ever could. “Yes, she did, actually. And that nothing happened between you.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “At least she was honest about that.”
“Lindsay’s in love with Alistair.”
“She mentioned that in Las Vegas,” Nash said. “I don’t like the idea of her getting what she wants.”
“Not even if we’re a product of that?” I asked.
Nash’s face softened, and he wrapped his good hand around the back of my neck, rubbing there, making me shiver. I wanted this man. I’d always want this man.
“You make a solid point,” he said, a gleam in his eye.
“Focus, man. How do you want to play this?” Hugh asked.
