The women exchanged glances, and Alex got the distinct impression he was missing something.

To his surprise, it was Emma who spoke up. “Camille lent me her place while she’s in Australia.”

Alex gave the slightest start, and from the puzzled look his girlfriend, Danielle, gave him, she’d definitely felt it.

“What do you mean, lent you her place?”

Emma shrugged. “My place had a little flooding accident. She said I could stay here until things get sorted out.”

“I see.” He kept his voice calm. “So you and I are—”

“Neighbors!” Julie said, in a singsong voice, making jazz-hand motions. “How…fun!”

Alex pulled at his earlobe in agitation. Fun was not the word he would have used.

And from the small line between Emma’s eyebrows, not the one she would have used, either.

Damn you, Camille. He should have known something was up that day at the office when she asked one too many questions about whether he minded her setting Emma up on a blind date.

Danielle shifted by his side, and he belatedly realized that introductions were overdue. But Grace was already on it, moving toward Danielle with arms outstretched and a warm smile in place.

A genuine smile, Alex noted. Grace was good people.

“So nice to see you again, Danielle!” Grace hugged his girlfriend.

“Same!” Danielle said. “I was just telling Alex that it was our turn to host a dinner party.”

“Ooh, if someone said dinner party, I think you and I could be friends,” Riley said, stepping forward and extending a hand. “I’m Riley McKenna. Dinner party aficionado.”

“And what she means by that is that she eats. A lot,” Julie said, also shaking Danielle’s hand. “I’m Julie Greene. We’ve heard such good things about you.”

“Likewise,” Danielle said. “Alex says that he and Mitchell go running together sometimes.”

“Mmm, hideous, isn’t it?” Julie said with a wink. “Oh, Danielle…this is our friend Emma Sinclair.”

“Right!” Danielle said, turning to smile at Emma. “Sounds like you’re a new neighbor.”

“Indeed,” Emma murmured, stepping forward to shake Danielle’s hand. Alex rolled his eyes to the ceiling as the two women shook hands. He would kill Camille for this.

“Where are you girls off to?” Danielle asked.

“Shopping,” Emma said. “I need some new clothes. You should come!”

Apparently Alex was the only one who thought that was a singularly terrible idea, because Grace, Julie, and Riley all nodded happily at Emma’s invitation, and, God help him, Danielle looked like she wanted to accept.

His eyes narrowed on Emma and caught her placid smile, and maybe the slightest gleam in her brown eyes.

No. No. No fucking way. He knew that look. Trouble.

“Danielle and I were just heading to lunch,” he said quickly.

Danielle smiled and pointed at his door. “Just had to come back up to grab my umbrella. We already have reservations, otherwise I’d love to come. Maybe next time? I just moved to New York from Atlanta a couple months ago and I’m dying for female friends.”

“Of course,” Emma said, her voice all sweetness and understanding. “We’ll make sure to get your number from Cassidy.”

Over his dead body.

“Danielle, we should get going if we’re going to make our reservation. Ladies, have fun shopping. Great seeing you.”

“So great,” Julie gushed, giving him a little wink as the four of them filed toward the elevator.

He could have sworn he heard Riley whisper, “This is gonna be interesting.”

As for Emma…Emma was already at the elevator, turning to wave a friendly good-bye at his girlfriend.

He waited for her to catch his eye.

Waited to see that flicker of emotion he thought he’d seen on her face when she saw him holding Danielle’s hand.

The elevator doors opened and she stepped in without looking back.

Of course she didn’t look back.

She never did.

Chapter 6

As far as blind dates went, it hadn’t been horrible.

Benedict Wade was almost as good-looking as he’d been in the picture Camille had shown her, although the camera had perhaps caught him at a particularly good angle, because the reality was slightly underwhelming.

But he hadn’t picked his teeth, hadn’t dominated the conversation or tried to order her entrée for her. Hadn’t bragged about his penis, hadn’t been a douche bag about the wine list, hadn’t stared at her boobs.

He was one of the good ones. One of the worthy-of-a-second-date guys.

Even more important, when Benedict (never Ben, apparently) offered to walk her home, Emma hadn’t wanted to scramble for some sort of lame excuse about how she had to go buy tampons or dash home to her nonexistent pet.

But when they reached Camille’s apartment building, Emma decided that this was where she was going to draw the line. At least for tonight.

“This is you, then?” Benedict said, when she stopped in front of the high-rise and turned to face him.

She smiled. “Well…it’s where I’ll be for the next couple months.”

He glanced up at the shiny, modern building. “Is it hard, then? Roughing it like this?”

Emma laughed. “I do sort of miss being on constant alert for roaches, but it’s not so bad.”