I laugh again, then bite my bottom lip. I feel suddenly self-conscious when his gaze falls to my lip.
I clear my throat. “I will desiccate your sister’s ovaries. She’s playing with us because Ranjiv didn’t ask me out, and she knows it. She will pay for this.” I groan and start walking away from him, but he won’t just let me go. He grabs my hand before I can get far from him.
I look down at our hands then up at his beautiful face.
“So, it’s not true, huh?” he seems to find it hard to believe that I am not dating Ranjiv.
I shake my head before I hear footsteps approaching, and speaking of the devil.
“K, thank God I found you here!” Ranjiv’s strong Indian accent catches my attention.
“You’re looking for me?” I pull my hand from Bash’s grip.
“I called you, but you didn’t pick up. So I decided to look for you instead,” Ranjiv responds, arching his thick brows at me.
I know what he’s trying to say. Bash fakes a cough.