The line rang three times before the call connected.
Aria leaned back against the plush cushions of the white sofa, crossing her legs. She held the phone to her ear, listening to the faint background noise of traffic on the other end.
"Aria," Lucas's voice came through the speaker.
He sounded... smug. There was a heavy, exasperated sigh layered into his tone—the kind of sigh a celebrity gives a persistent, annoying fan.
"I figured you'd call eventually," Lucas drawled. "Look, I know you probably saw the DeuxMoi posts. Yes, Bella and I had brunch at Balthazar this morning. We talked things through."
Aria stared at the ceiling, biting the inside of her cheek. He actually thought she was calling out of jealousy. The delusion was almost scientifically fascinating.
