"She said the board needed her married. Like she wasn't even affected." Chay shrugged miserably. "But Drake... Drake stepped in."
"Of course he did," Nita muttered under her breath.
"He didn't want her making a mistake as expensive as that," Chay said.
Nita smiled. "Richard was right on that angle too," she said with a soft nod. "Drake is a good man. A good honourable man. You don't see too many of those around these days."
Chay shifted uncomfortably, running her finger around the rim of her wine glass. "So you… you agreed with this?" she asked.
"It's not exactly my place," Chay mumbled, eyes drifting toward the patio where other guests mingled. It was a masterclass in evasion. Classic Chay.
Nita tilted her head. "I think it is your place, sweetie." she said gently. "Especially when it's a man you have feelings for."
Chay's head snapped back so fast, the wind whooshed in her ears. "What are you talking about?" she blurted. Too loud. Too fast. Too suspicious.
