Maya stole a glance at his shadowed face. It was a given that he would be furious. She would be, if he’d blabbed around town about their s*x life. But he wasn’t saying anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“Rune?” she tried. “How can I make this up to you?”
“What makes you think I’m upset? f**k like a superstar. That’s not exactly an insult.”
But she could hear in his voice that it bothered him. “It’s private. It’s between us. It’s not anyone’s business, especially Jerome’s.”
Still he was quiet. “Why’d you say that to him?”
“He said something dismissive and it pissed me off. I was…I don’t know. Defending you.”
“I didn’t know I needed defending.”
“You don’t. He got under my skin.”
A shadow passed across his face, but she couldn’t tell what it meant.
“Did it work? Did you shut hi
