Alexander nodded and stepped outside to make his call.
"Well, isn't this a surprise, Ms. Brent?" A deep, entertained voice drifted from the doorway. I looked up to see Wilson standing there, tall and casual, his eyes half-closed with that lazy confidence of his.
He didn't look shocked to find me here at all. Arms folded, he leaned against the frame, one foot crossed over the other as he studied me.
"Wilson, you know Irina?" Mathew's voice carried curiosity. He seemed surprised, given Wilson's reputation for avoiding women entirely.
"We're not close," I replied, keeping my tone neutral.
"We know each other—quite well." Wilson's head tilted at my response, that familiar teasing grin spreading across his face. "She's my only shot at getting better."
"Mr. Shaw, I never promised to treat you," I said, resting my chin in my palm as I held his gaze. "Didn't know you were so brazen."
