“Ok, Scarlett. I have one question for you—what exactly is your relationship with Mr. Reynolds?” His question caught me off-guard.
“What? Matt? He’s one of my best friends. I told you that.” I evaded the question behind the question because I wanted Martinez to ask outright if there was something he wanted to know. “Are you asking me professionally or personally?”
“Both,” Martinez said, his voice serious.
“Um, well, he’s one of my best friends,” I repeated uncomfortably. I didn’t know where he was going with this line of questioning, but it couldn’t be anywhere I wanted to go.
“Please don’t take offense, but would you lie for him?” Martinez was giving me his full attention, which made me feel even more uncomfortable.
“Lie for him?” I tried to figure out if that was personal or professional. I decided it didn’t matter because I didn’t lie. At least, not about important things. “No, I wouldn’t.”
“Are you attracted to him?” The minute the question left Martinez’s mouth, he looked as if he’d like to snatch them back again.
“Now, I know that’s personal because I can’t see how it would have any bearing on the case.” I infused my voice with as much indignation as I could muster, but I knew he had a right to ask. Shit, I would be all over him if the situation was reversed, but I didn’t like the fact that he hadn’t waited until our date to ask me. This was an investigation for God’s sake.
“You’re right. It’s personal, and it’s been eating at me for the last few days.” Martinez looked me in the eyes, his gaze not wavering. I had to give him props for being forthright about it; I just wasn’t sure I was ready to answer. To equivocate, however, would be doing him a disservice since he had a right to know. As I had vowed that I wouldn’t keep anything from him in terms of the investigation, I now vowed that I would be honest with him about my personal life as well.