"Wilson!"
He shrugged. "It's not a big deal. I mean, it's pretty hot, really."
"But I didn't do those things. It's not really me."
"She sounds just like you. Her name begins with a G too."
"But it's not . . ." I swallowed, noting the similarities as well.
Wilson watched me appraisingly. "You can't really blame them. Description-wise, you two match, and everyone knows you and Loftbrok are chummy—not to mention what a zealous fan you are and all. After they read the story, Casey even made the brilliant observation that you guys came in together yesterday. You should have seen the speculation that started."
"But . . . that was nothing."
No one at work even knew Gabriel and I were dating. I hadn't wanted that widely known.
"We hadn't done anything."
Wilson shrugged again, rising from the computer.
"Too bad. I wouldn't have thought less of you if you had, you know. It's your business anyway."
