Shane looks up when we go in and his eyes stray to Jesse's arm on my waist. A muscle in his jaw ticks and he stands up, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"It's you." He says quietly, his eyes narrowed at Jesse.
Jesse tightens his hold on my waist.
"Are you talking to me by any chance?"
"Of course, Anderson. I was waiting for a chance to finally meet you. We need to talk."
Jesse snorts.
"Who are you?"
"Shane."
"Shane? Are you someone I should know about?"
"Probably. My Dad is one of your biggest investors. You two have been working together for a while now. Harry Clinton; ring a bell?"
I watch Jesse's expression. He is calm as always but he nods anyway.
"That's your father?"
"Yes."
"Lemme guess, he send you to that business party the other night. He never showed up."
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