Richard’s POV
A lump sticks to my throat at the question. Before I can recall asking her the same question a few days ago, I wonder why she asked.
Eve.
She must be curious about Eve and how our relationship turned out.
This is it. An opportunity. The right opportunity was what I was looking for.
A smile touches my lips as I reply with a shake of the head. “No, I am not. Why do you ask?”
“Pure curiosity," she answers sharply, as if expecting me to question why she asked such a question out of the blue.
“Are you sure?” There is a look of amusement on my face. I am amused that she is curious about me. I am amused that she is doing a very bad job at pretending to be someone else when everything else screams her name.
She doesn't reply.
“Are you sure it's not because I also asked you
