Medina huffs a quiet laugh, not quite amused but certainly entertained. âOh, darling,â she muses, the endearment dripping with both mockery and something softer, something only AJ would know how to catch, âI never said I know everything. I just know more than you.â
She doesnât bother defending herself against the dramatics claimâitâs true, and they both know it. But guessing games? That part makes her smirk, because for all his posturing, AJ Astor loves a puzzle.
âCouldâve fooled me,â she remarks, tilting her head slightly. âYou seem awfully invested for someone who doesnât play.â Thereâs a glint in her eyes as she studies him, reading between the lines the way she always does.
She could end this here. Give him nothing and walk away, let him stew in the mess heâs made, let Titanâs name rot between them without offering a damn thing in return. But whereâs the fun in that?
Instead, she leans in again, just close enough that her words are meant only for him. âCareful, AJ. You keep pretending you donât care, and one day, you might actually start believing it.â
Then, just as quickly, sheâs gone, stepping back, her smirk firmly in place. âNow,â she exhales, rolling her shoulders, as if shaking off whatever unspoken weight lingers between them. âAre we getting a drink, or are you just going to stand there brooding at me all night?â