Chapter 28

My brain was doing somersaults. I knew the Laurents were throwing this party, but I’d thought Ashton was just a guest, not the bloody host himself. Ashton hadn’t exactly lied to me, but neither had he told me the full truth. Then something his friend had said earlier lit up in my head, and I rounded back: ‘If this is your house, why the hell did you rent the flat opposite mine at Oakwood Apartments?’ Ashton looked me dead in the eye. ‘Oakwood’s my company’s development. The whole building’s mine. I stay there sometimes.’ ‘That’s how you knew I’d moved there. I’m your… tenant.’ He nodded. Another memory hit me between the eyes. ‘And La Vache Dorée? You own that restaurant too?’ He nodded. ‘And the bar?’ Damn it, I couldn’t even remember its name. ‘The one where we… the night we…’ Another nod. My emotions were doing the cha-cha. Badly. Since the day I met him, Ashton had given off a dangerous aura, not murderer-dangerous, more like apex-predator-dangerous. The height, the build, the leth