My brain was doing somersaults.
I knew the Laurents were throwing this party, but I'd thought Ashton was just a guest, not the bloody host himself.
Ashton hadn't exactly lied to me, but neither had he told me the full truth.
Then something his friend had said earlier lit up in my head, and I circled back, "If this is your house, why the hell did you rent the flat opposite mine at Oakwood Apartments?"
Ashton looked me dead in the eye. "Oakwood's my company's development. The whole building's mine. I stay there sometimes."
"That's how you knew I'd moved there. I'm your... tenant."
He nodded.
Another memory struck me. "And La Vache Dorée? You own that restaurant too?"
He nodded.
"And the bar?" Damn it, I couldn't even remember its name. "The one where we... the ni
