Page 41 of Savored Sins
“Yes.” My mind flashes through the audio of the last thirty seconds, trying to grab onto anything I can. “Lydia. Wedding. Grove.”
“Hmm.” Trey just looks at me, then goes right on stuffing gift bags. “Well, you should’ve clued her in. I told her I recommend the Salt House, but she’s going to chat with Dustin tomorrow at the clambake, let him know what kind of event she’s thinking.”
“That’ll be great,” I agree. I pull my scissors to the end of a piece of curling ribbon and let go with a satisfying flick. My head’s back in this conversation, and I really need to keep it there. “Thank yousomuch for offering to help. I know she really appreciates it.”
Trey waves a hand, grinning. “What are friends for, love? Dustin may be the most sought-after wedding planner in Boston, but friends always take precedence.”
I cast him a wry smile. “Well, I’m glad to know getting divorced didn’t max out my favor with Dustin. Must kind of suck to know that lavish event he planned for me fell to nothing in the end.”
“Happens all the time, babe,” Trey says, clucking his tongue at me.
“Wow. Cynical.”
“Realistic. Anyway, how’s everything else going?”
“Well, you were right about Zeke being good for business. He tagged the shop in a TikTok the other day, and since then foot traffic’s been up.”
"Right on. You let him film his ghost thing yet?”
My stomach does a flip, my mind flashing back to how wild and undone Zeke looked, lying back on my living room rug as the ghost went to work on him. Aswewent to work on him.
Goddammit, Trey.
“Yeah,” I say, trying not to let on like the filming of said ghost thing was any big deal. Like there wasn’t, you know, ablow jobinvolved. “The footage wasn’t great, though, so he’s gotta come back this week.”
Trey’s brow furrows. “Wait, really? Like the ghost just didn’t show up? That’s weird. It always looks on TikTok like he sees them everywhere he goes.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. He didn’t really explain it to me.”
“Huh. Well, keep me posted. I amsocurious to see how this shit pans out.”
“You can ask him yourself next weekend,” I point out.
“True,” Trey says. “Oh, which reminds me—you got all the pieces altered to fit him, right? I’m assuming so, but just want to cross it off our list.”
“Mmhm,” I hum in reply, not trusting my voice not to crack. Because now I’m thinking about that massive erection Zeke got while I was measuring him for said alterations.
Trey sets down the gift bag he’s working on and turns to face me head-on. I feel the color rising in my cheeks, but Trey’s going to know something’s up if I turn away from him. Hell, healreadyknows.
“What’s your deal today?” he asks, crossing his arms and surveying me from his seat in my swivel chair. “You’re cagey as hell.”
“What do you mean?” I deadpan. “I’m just tired. Maybe it’s that?”
Trey stares at me for a moment, then a grin of amused disbelief spreads across his face. “You. Did. Not.”
Oh, god. Play it cool, Autumn. “Did not what?”
Trey’s swiveling back and forth in the chair now, shaking his head in amusement. “You slept with Zeke Holloway.”
I scoff, but I can already tell he’s not fooled. “What makes you thinkthat?”
“Well,” Trey says, steepling his fingers and twiddling his thumbs like he’s pretending to think. “For starters, your head’s clearly somewhere else today. Which isn’t like you—especially when you’re working on something for your business.”
“I told you. I’m tired?—”
“Okay, but at the first mention of Zeke—or, as I think I referred to him,that kid—you started squirming. So now I wonder… does Zeke Holloway have anything to do with you being tired, Autumn?”
With the way Trey’s fixed his raised eyebrows on me, I honestly can’t tell if he’s judging me or proud of me. But either way, I know the jig is up. I should’ve known better. Nothing gets past Trey Harrington.
