"What?" I stared at him, momentarily stunned.

Richard's expression was casual, almost indifferent. "Brandon."

"Didn't he drive you home the other night? He had recently returned to the nation, and you couldn't wait to meet him.” His tone was sarcastic and self-deprecating.

My brow furrowed deeply as I met his gaze, disbelief evident in my voice. "Are you saying I like Brandon?"

"Isn't that right?" He curled his lip into a cold, thin ...