He’d been talking to somebody who had extremely loose lips. But who?

Of course, she thought with annoyance. Vicky.

Vicky had wanted to get Jacob alone and naked since he’d started at PARA and she’d managed to land an official date with him last month. She’d had a smile on her face for days and it was all Amanda could do to avoid hearing the sordid details of Jacob’s sexual prowess.

The stab she’d felt in her gut when her best friend had informed her about the date had not meant she was jealous. The thought of Vicky running her hands all over Jacob’s admittedly perfect body didn’t bother her at all. Because that would be ridiculous. They were both consenting, condom-carrying adults, after all, and it was a free country.

She did know Jacob hadn’t called Vicky back for a second date. And that news hadn’t been met with any relief or happiness on Amanda’s part. How petty would that be?

Frankly, she didn’t want to know the details of anyone’s sex life—especially Jacob Caine’s. The point was, Vicky had obviously gossiped to Jacob—before, after or during their tryst—about Amanda’s situation.

“I’m not turning my life upside down,” she said as firmly as she could. “This has nothing to do with David. It’s my decision.”

He gave her a sideways glance. “Sure it is.”

“You don’t think I can make my own decisions in life?”

“All I know is that a woman who is obviously gifted in ways that can help other people is giving up her God-given talents to go hock advertising at her boyfriend’s agency and leaving behind her friends and everything she’s ever known.”

Hock advertising? He made it sound so unpleasant.

Jacob was trying to unnerve her and she’d be damned if she let him know he could succeed so easily.

“I’m happy with my decision,” she said with resolve. “Thrilled, in fact. It’s what I want.”