It took me a long minute to realize the question wasn't a dream.
Because Ashton repeated it, "Do you still have feelings for him?"
"Who?"
"Rhys."
"Rhys who?"
"Granger."
"Granger who?"
Ashton's chest rumbled above me.
I blinked, trying to focus. "Who's that?"
His grip on me loosened slightly. "A nobody."
"Who's a nobody?"
"Never mind."
My slow brain finally caught up with the night's events and landed on a question I probably should have asked ten minutes ago: "What are you doing here?"
"Where? This is my car. We're going home."
"At the bar." I fumbled for my phone.
"What do you need?" He dug it out of my handbag for me.
"To check. For a bug. I didn't tell you I was at that bar." I hadn't even known I'd end up at that bar.
"I didn't bug y
